Disease

Down the spiral of destruction
I cant seem to take in any instruction
Im so dead, in my head
This disfunction is it worth it?
Direction so spurted, im so diluted
disenfranchised, everybody has that one great little big lie
So polluted never there no one cares
Why should i?
People die, children cry, disease
Nothing or no one can ever please
Me oh me, humanity is the disease
Its not the drugs its our own nature
to blame for this lack of love
and surge of hate, imprinting
branding scortching ever left standing
In mans demanding world full of war
prostitution and massive moral dilution
Cant take this anymore, why must we act like such whores

In a life where its easy to just get by
In this american kind of life
What is it to me if we infect foreign lands with our destructive disease
Help, there isnt enough greed and hate and misfortune
Go over seas what do you see, how can i beleive
Such pain and human disease, wipe us all out who cares
We do more harm then good, take more than share
Deep in our brains we know its the end
of the world so much war and yes pain
All this pain is somewhat inhibition
but nobody has time to sit and listen
instead our hate just incubates and glistens
building up over time, adding reason to the rhyme
And when people start to die you turn your head the other way
Never understood the concept of love thy brother
Were killing and killing leaving husbandless mothers
And this world and its violence makes me shudder

Luxury is a sign, is a sign
comfertable on the blood of others
Left is not fine, when will it end
Will we pay for our sins, will we ever fucking win
winds whip through my long brown hair
just like rome, we will fall
with our guns and bombs and our thoughts
independant people sit and watch in awe
How could anyone let this be?
Like the jews in the crematorium
run run run run run run run run
Nothing can save you for when the time comes
No nobody can totals are summed up
And when we look at the numbers this world is so fucked
corrupted very few left of good
only evil reigns supreme what does all this mean
Your probably only worried about your life
But here i am focusing on the little more
The little shit you find a bore
while your at school or work somebody going through some real bad hurt
Its enough to ask why am i alive in this fucked up world

fucked up world, fucked up world
FUCKED UP FUCKED FUCKED UP
make it better? maybe so
But how far are you willing to go
to stop the death and still i cringe up and loose breath
Everyones addicted from pain killers to meth
when will it be gods final last test
because its time for something fresh
and on tv you see nothing but killing
and sex, violence violence fucked up world
FUCKED UP WORLD, i hate i hate i hate you you you
your what the devil wanted and i know im not fronted
but my spirits are busted why am i alive
Am i worth something grand or will i fail as a man
my species has such great demands
work for us, contribute, go to jail or go to war
will it ever ever end, where did this begin
since world war 1 its already started
just paused for intermission and struck even the hardest of hardest