Wether forbidden fruit, a new suit, a dress cute,
Jackboot, take the loot
We all fall to the serpents temptation, like eve and Adam
If there\'s a god who supposedly cares fuck it he can keep it, because this worlds just savage
Or maybe that is the humanity upon it?
hollow out and bore it, take what we earn and leave pittance for us peasants
Keep score of it, they\'ll never get bored of it
Get get get sounds more and more like give give give in the daily, maybe it\'s just me but I don\'t feel this how we\'re supposed to be?
I challenge everyone with this question
\"When was the last time you were truly happy\"
\"As a child free\"
\"Before I got these weak knees\"
\"Before the government took my help and left me hungry\"
\"Before the nation forgot my brother\'s and me,those who served proudly\"
And from the years of experimenting with different paths of living, my conclusion is the poison is modernity.
An ease of living never seen, but behind the scenes everything is burning.
The world keeps turning we can do nothing but keep treading placidly
If we raise our voice it causes panic in the established elite of our society
Retaliate, obliterate, devastate until there\'s a clean slate.
no one left but zombies, eternal slaves to wages we really shouldn\'t need
We\'re all whores for something
Wether currency, something kinky, just one more sip of whisky, just one more hit of the void to sooth me
We all partake of the serpents temptation
Currently humanity is going to shit in a hand basket, I think it too late to stop it.
Kiss your family and hold them closely
So says this rhymers prophecy
On the knife edge is how the world stands, a breath either way could compel peace or condem us all to tragedy.
So says my prophecy, but who will even listen truly, just a man shouting at the moon....lunacy