Tales of the present, tales of love
People are busy staining the very word
Its a world of make-believe, running from the deep
Attachments, momentary attachments
The new world order, watch love split into fragments
They got all reasons why they play sly
Shy and short of the line;
Its difficult to believe a soul these days
While its clear they ride in crude ways, faded traits
Acted confessions, crafted professions
Fake is game on, these niccurs just play on
Watch love grade to a faded trait
Slowly growing into a tale of the far gone
Taking on a new meaning and losing meaning afterall
Its a brawl, the weak cower and the tough roar
Bloody war, danger signs lurking behind the facade
Make-believe is the vibe, its a wave they joining the ride
Tales of the present, tales of love
A victim of change, mankind's fading craft
♣Redd