Dead Letter
The world watches in sin filtered eyes
Pious by nature and slow to rise
Deceived enough to become a human knife rack
Only takin a stab to give one back
Don't wanna become like the world I despise
You learn my name then love me in lies
Who can you trust or confide in anymore
When you're worth cant be defined in cash or what you wore
I walked twenty miles in the pouring rain
Only found compassion in the animals that came
They cherish only your love and affection
Not what you got and who's your connection.
Talk about being humane
No one reaches out unless its to gain
We have become so rotten down to our core
It's a bout what's tangible and who's keeping score
My sight is wiser but my soul can't be lightened
We now all fall into a category and I'm frightened
A burden I bear that can never be lifted
Cause we're all twisted, wicked, addicted, or unassisted
Our rights are being taken, we don't even care
Because those at the top get a fair share.
No longer can I sit immobile and silent
Cogs turning cold and violent
No one is perfect, I'll admit it
But if its my fire, I'll tell you I lit it.
I'll make amends try to be better
All this said,
Just another dead letter.
Pious by nature and slow to rise
Deceived enough to become a human knife rack
Only takin a stab to give one back
Don't wanna become like the world I despise
You learn my name then love me in lies
Who can you trust or confide in anymore
When you're worth cant be defined in cash or what you wore
I walked twenty miles in the pouring rain
Only found compassion in the animals that came
They cherish only your love and affection
Not what you got and who's your connection.
Talk about being humane
No one reaches out unless its to gain
We have become so rotten down to our core
It's a bout what's tangible and who's keeping score
My sight is wiser but my soul can't be lightened
We now all fall into a category and I'm frightened
A burden I bear that can never be lifted
Cause we're all twisted, wicked, addicted, or unassisted
Our rights are being taken, we don't even care
Because those at the top get a fair share.
No longer can I sit immobile and silent
Cogs turning cold and violent
No one is perfect, I'll admit it
But if its my fire, I'll tell you I lit it.
I'll make amends try to be better
All this said,
Just another dead letter.