Monday, September 8, 2008

I tell myself everyday
It can't get any worse and it does
The things they keep from our society
How will the world forgive us
We've become the lowest form of animal
That run in packs like dogs
And laugh at inflicted cruelty
Like hyenas licking on the bones
Of every casualty
And this isn't a world I know anymore
Or the country that I was born unto
It was taken over for a mad man's whore
For the damage that it could do