Unravel Your Soul

Perfect it
Subject it
You guessed it.
My life is an open cracked shell.
Word to the wise,
Never use your silence to disguise.
It digs a deeper ditch than you think.
Years of draining sour tears in the sink.
Oh, is that too bleak?
Think.
We Subject it to perfect it
Or to destroy a girl.
What a topsy turvy world we're living on.
Lives hanging in the balance due to superficial eyes,
Don’t lie, the world breeds these machines.
Like look at all the madness!
Instead of learning their lessons they drive kids to the grave, and to your grave, and to all their classmates graves.

The madness needs to be shut like pandora’s box,never to open the disease of bullying again.

When will we see the big picture?
And why are we still living here together?
Not to shove others off into oblivion,
The place of cold hearts, sadness and endless woe.
So let’s wave farewell to the killing culture,
And greet in a better existence, we call life.