PiE..
To rise and escape the flight of our fate, our mind has to awake
Divided are gates that trap us in place until we collapse on our face
Fighting with ways designed by our hate that are devised to disgrace
Has tied us to snakes that leave us ultimately lying in graves
Death lurks in the shadows; urban, through gravel, it emerges in battles
And while we're away, it's likely to play with our children who learn to be assholes
The age of innocence no longer has a trace written in the scripts of life
Everything's a weapon, untethered and steps in to sever where death sentences hide
That turns into pages of paragraphs with bloody rains in the overcast
In displays of horror acts, causing more to be erased in the aftermath
So EVERYONE suffers as we take steps to get ahead of each other
Instead of helping another, we'd rather have advantages that are oppressing our brothers
And while that's depressing, it's worst when the lives forsaken
Should be eating pie and making fingerprint art supplied in day shifts
This leads into vengeance, where we head no repentance for proceeding with hit lists
Evil intentions with repeated precision are refilled like needed prescriptions
Demons invented by deceased spirits who won't leave their life's mission
And peace inside this is as lost as a preteen inside prison
Geno..
As dark skeletons leark over delicate earth
Where a bag of bones never seemed so elegant, perched
Devilish, kurt, perfect reflection of my idle hands, profile pic
The life I chose has become so dialed in,there's no violins
Sins, if you listen close enough hear the screams embark
From the teens, the dark, its harsh, its the queen of hearts
The squeamish arnt invited to come, it slightly discgusts
Theres dead bodies on the ground that were likely in love
Necropheliacs feeling that she might be the one, but never
She gets around to much, then she blushed, its clever
Spent her last few years with the same man and forgets'em
Cause she cheats every day with some one else, its dementia
The scent of a woman was never this intense, its death
this is the outcome when you great ur friends with sex
Fucking pretentious wrecks, nd others are only here for the jokes
Theory is gross, ur sense of humors havn't peaked, its inferior growth
The cool kids clearly provoke the normal ones to de-volve
Its a cult, now the brain has no important functions at all
Rite from wrong don't exist anymore, existance is poor
And this the type of world we programmed to live in -abort