Funny how feelings can rule your life,
They make your decisions and strike like a knife,
Were meant to have choices, a mind of our own,
So how come we lose, all that we've known,
Why bother to make us,
Then decide that you'll take us,
Why tell us we can change things,
When we can't control when death rings,
What's the point in all the hurt and pain,
I'd like to know what it is you gain,
The world you claim to want us to care for,
To cherish, protect, love and adore,
Is nothing but a crowded hell hole,
Ruled by the devil, and evil souls,
Chaos everywhere, mass destruction,
Try to improve things but hit an obstruction,
Something somewhere, in the way,
Every single f**king day,
Always blocking the paths we create,
Forever causing us anger and hate,
Never allowing a single grace,
Constantly trashing this beautiful place,
Bombs and guns, nuclear war,
People are rotten right to the core,
Brand new people I think you should send,
Because if you don't your world will end.
