Becoming weary of your lies,
You disguise the truth belies.
Only fooling yourself.
Pretend to b*** the hand that feeds,
But you won't discard your security.
The transparency of your fantasy.
Time for my omittance,
From a sterile existance,
Where the weekend pays homage,
To stereotypical perpetuation.
Must inebriate my senses,
Into a state of delirium,
Before I turn to the meat-rack,
For my penial selection.
Apathy spreads,
In unison with social disease,
A scourge that infests,
The cattle markets of youth.
Unconscious,
Just promiscuous,
Deprived of self-respect,
In the selling of their bodies,
All emotions dead.
Thoughts absorbed,
Lost in sense of direction,
It's time to sit down,
And reassess my course of action.
You disguise the truth belies.
Only fooling yourself.
Pretend to b*** the hand that feeds,
But you won't discard your security.
The transparency of your fantasy.
Time for my omittance,
From a sterile existance,
Where the weekend pays homage,
To stereotypical perpetuation.
Must inebriate my senses,
Into a state of delirium,
Before I turn to the meat-rack,
For my penial selection.
Apathy spreads,
In unison with social disease,
A scourge that infests,
The cattle markets of youth.
Unconscious,
Just promiscuous,
Deprived of self-respect,
In the selling of their bodies,
All emotions dead.
Thoughts absorbed,
Lost in sense of direction,
It's time to sit down,
And reassess my course of action.