a state of confusion
the chant of greed, the stench of mead,
the rabbit jumps and tries to flee.
the one eyed hunter loads his gun,
he aims, he shoots, he’s having fun.
the new policy seems to be in place,
on grime the decision makers graze.
I scratch your back and you are free to stab mine,
while each of us decay waiting in this line.
there’s no escaping, trapped in a video game
there is no complaining when your burning in this flame
the innocent, the idiots
live a life so hideous,
the flowers wither before they bloom
drop by drop they give freedom in a spoon
try to shove it, shove it
you wanna give in, give in
they keep, pushing, pushing
you try to free
they wont let you be
there’s no escaping, trapped in a video game
there is no complaining when your burning in this flame
