Just Another Time

Today is the day of the materialistic way,
with the clan of the plastic women,
and the men that prey.

Its a class act since the yesterday started,
the mothers dragged along and the fathers departed,
to be other men,
and walk along the when.

When did we falter?
to live beyond the after.

Progress and precision,
make the decision.

Its a life of green in this world of black,
money possessed society can never go back,
to the hard work and commissions,
including our visions.

Its just a weary price to pay,
for comfort to stay.

So we rob the wishing well,
where the treasure dwells.

The coin dreams tell a story,
of forgotten glory.

When blind faith is the way,
to wash the dirt away.

The religions are branded,
so the priests are demanded,
to bless all that is holy,
and to recite another story.

Of miracles and fiction,
make fact a big question,
That…..

Its just another time .
Its just another place.
The people lay wicked,
feeding on ones race.

The riddle will fiddle,
with the one in the middle.

The confused will find,
that there left behind.

To pick up the pieces,
of carcuss and leeches.

The battleground is flooded
with men who are studded,
in bulllets and grenades,
for the games in archades.

The story is told,
for the kids who can hold,
a gun of silence,
to preach no violence.

Its destruction of vituality,
dragging them to insanity.

The contestants collided,
the winners undecided.

The end is not near,
but the path is clear,
That......

Its just another time.
Its just another place.
The people lay wicked,
behind anothers face.