Trying to come up true and pure of heart
Ingest what is a stimulus from a paradigm world
So often, nearly succeed, every time we must try that much harder
Rise up against all odds
Poke and prod at our minds, bodies, and hearts
All the time yearning for another fresh start
Look around this dilapidated environment we call home
Poverty, ill-will, and craziness and those that just can’t get enough
Gun battles in our back yards
Streetwalkers and those under the radar
Try to make it in a world brutally hard
Tales that have been regurgitated spit up time and time again
An allegory, people can’t see out
The powers that be see in
We are all on the deck of a ship that’s about to sink
Let us tread water and catch our last breath
Make a final toast of mercury poisons in our water
Ill to the last drink