He lives in a bubble
with a constant need to blame others...
The fireworks in the background are still popping...
Perhaps it could be gunshots...
A certain button I can't push
mistakes I can't undo...
The best liars are those who conceal lies beneath...
and truth beneath lies...
what strange wailing comes
from a contented heart...
Children are crying
parents anxiously searching...
If you have a chance to present yourself, then you...
Your shame; Which rape you...
His face-
greasy and worn...
Only in this world economy
could the transformation...
His name is Satan
feeding of goodhearted souls...
Some kids are sad,
With their perscripted medication for artitical...
When you war against
your brother you wage that war...