Lyric av en fattig vilsen pojke.

Lyric av en fattig vilsen pojke.

Ran as fast as my legs could take me towards my fantasi target
did not want to fall victim to this societys death market
saw several carcasses on the path that i struggled through
Carcasses that did not have a clue where they headed to
felt a stiff limbs knuckles punching me in my already sore wallet
but for what use? was already all wet
wet of blod from the infants anticipated lifelines
and from drool of uncle Sam's corner of his mouth whilst he sips fine wines
when will people wake up and smell the real life's flower
Instead of ensuring ourselfs that we have the soulpower
that will lead us to our deathbeds with a grin in our final hour
Wait what is this, have i reached my goal?
I see a bright light and im feeling very cold
the pulsing ache is almost all gone in my head
fuck should have realized that im already dead

Gärna kritik på förbättring i form av att uttrycka känslor, ifall någon har ett bra knep liksom.