Priorities
The world
Would rather I die
As I try
To rise to the sky
As they say the futures in your eye
I cry
Because I see
The tragedies
Of just letting things be
We're lead to dread
Most likely to be dead
In a cycle of insanity
That leads us to praise vanity
To mold the man in me
To wanting to control
Hold, break, shake, mold, fuck
Everything we see
A man
Is not one who simply stands
Plans, toil lands
But one who demands
Forces, coerces, calls it worthless
Works it, Hurts it, deserts it
Wants it all perfect
Precision, their mission
To slip in
Through cracks, corners,
Behind backs,
Through lies,
And how many have died
On the land on which they reside
Not justified and tied
To greed
And the desperation
Turned hatred
To succeed
Through any means
Was daily routine
And though many screamed
Bled,
Were left twisted and dead
They continued to tread
Trying to spread
Empty ambitions
As if it's worth living
Lying behind wealth
The only thing that's felt
Is the vain cries for help
Knowing they're dying
For the profit of someone else