We try to be gods
Toil with the warrants of our days
Live life in the fullest of hazes
For what?
Like John, i imagine
And how I'd love to see the pattern
One from which to draw a conclusion
So i may find an answer
Rise above this hell in heart!
The dark that resides at the bottom of it all
It pins down hopes for an ilike
Man, is this what we've come down to?!
What has happened to the heydays of virtue?
To revolution?!
To vivid notions!?!
Back to when skies were blue
Without this hue off putrid unpleasantness
Oh man, what a mess!
Oh, man, what a mess.
