You can see it in their eyes
they are all high.
Hate the traffic lights
it really kills my vibe.
You ask me what his name is
but I can't even spell it.
You hear them like you meant it
but truth is that it is best to just quit.
It is messing with my sanity,
the well-spoken corrupts.
All your purchased vanity
cant hide what really disgusts.
So what if nobody
knows nobody else?
What matters is the body
and the cheap sex.
Young flesh tucking the steel,
shooting down at midday.
Corruption is hard to heal
but easy to disdain.
Come for the chores,
stay for the task.
How I wish to implore
and drive straight back.
Back to seclusion
away from the bright lights
away from this delusion
and the fist fights.
