Souls of the dead,
Swirl in my thoughts.
Making my vision red,
And my mind begin to rot.
As I delve deeper,
I begin to find,
I don't fear the reaper,
Because my heart is blind.
How can we see with no sight?
Our hands over our eyes.
We never see what is right,
And believe all the lies.
The world is backwards,
We're all stuck in time.
I see and I lack words,
Why our industry is crime.
Dealers on the streets,
And rapists running free.
People you'll never meet,
And you'll never want to see.
Some deserve to die,
For things that they have done.
Yet we never try,
To help someone.
We're all in the human race,
But some have fallen behind.
Can't settle for eighth place,
We must be first to pass the line....
