I was living in the past,
You brainless sycophant boy.
Times are different now,
It's just some painless joy.
Hunt each other down,
for a single morsel in disguise.
Digging graves for our lovers,
before they want to say goodbye.
Your gods are turning into ashes,
as you people sigh.
You fools are burning green,
and getting high, just to survive.
Kissing your own damn hands,
You think you are the man?
Cussing at tragedies, when you
damn well know you started them.
Shingles are rumbling now,
at the storm comes rushing through.
after it dies, there will be nothing left
to start anew.
You pitiful narrow minded freaks,
are running out of precious time.
You call me a monkey, oh children
it's people like you who are too afraid to climb.
-fxg
