Defined by the media
Dressed by the fake
No appreciation
Counting down the days to my wake
How did i come to exist in a world like this
Where Debbie snacks go up a quarter every 3,4,5 months
And once free delivery fast food charges the common man
This isn't making any sense
I don't even recognize poverty anymore
Shit the main stream of everything has tore
A hole in my mind and I'm infected
But forced to live not die
The struggle was a gift from the gods
See in order to enjoy life
We had to know of it's evil
I knew but the ego in me
Was to proud to believe the bull in the bible
I read
So I was living the adolescent life
with no strife in constant bliss
Till the years did me wrong
To point where I'd rather no reminiscence
The sweet heavens sent me word in my dreams
I called them nightmares, all the times I screamed
In the face of such an awesome and beautiful god
I don't know how i could compare to him
So I guess that's why it times i could never care...
