Fingers cracked from winter weather
cold that festers in the minds of modern time
maybe we know nothing better
hence the header, product of when souls decline
To quench the thirst of finding worth
a peace of mind I find to be usurped at birth
zombies walking foul and terse digging dirt
they sell it well its hell on earth
Wealthy greedy, hurt the needy
all for profit, social settings so hypnotic
had to break away from chains
not for fame but still I have so much to gain
Poor and hungry lives we doubt it
chase your money just to live and die without it
you can’t take it when your gone
a sickened song we sing along as life allows it
Guess I always knew the truth
what’s the use of talkin with none to listen
people telling lies and fiction
recognition might be why I’m so persistent
Who am I to judge they way you make a livin’
who can say they’re safe from sinnin’
trash I bag to fill the land or fill the sandy floors
the hoards they find while fishin’
Maybe you can find a reason
i observe but blow the whistle then it’s treason
often times forget to vote
how to cope just hope for better changing seasons
