egos drive the world
wounded hearts
wound others hearts
all the while a growing lust

a lust for flesh and power
conceit drives to the top
stepping selfishly on spines
of the fallen

mutilate mediate liquidate the rest
drugs to vege-tize the remainder
of our culture
it's easier to control them

the weak now lie in ruin
pride leads the green parade
careless actions
no need for hindsight

press on toward our future
choking with our bitterness
the world bleeds like a river
anger kills our brothers
who needs their troubles or even them

eat the young—cast out the old
no life is worth it's weight in gold
except that of your own

in foolishness we are led about
by tarnished bronze nose rings
completely bought into the lie
that the best is yet to come

open wide and say “ahhhh”
as we gag on the vanity
of our lip glossed bloated image

the cynic weeps violently
at the folly of our souls

green eyes open wide