In days like this
where there is no bliss
when souls are sold
wothless like fake gold
wind seems to blow with hatred
like cold men seeing red
and even pecks of kindness
are destroyed with waves of harshness
people yelling on daily basis
trying to prove they're worth their places
ruthlessness is clear as daylight
and souls are darker than the bitter night
now equality seems to be a sin
people stuffed their humanities in plastic bins
the rich are once again
not satisfied of what they gain
while normal people come and go
working hard to reach their goal
ups and downs, right and wrongs,
nobody wants to admit their faults.
So bottled up, they keep their nasty secrets
in hopes that nobody will decipher them
But look around, does it even matter?
When everyone is crazier than the mad hatter
You can't stop, reverse or pause the track.
There is no then, when there's only a now,
