The wind kicks up
clouds stretch over me
blanketing the purity
and the purest form of honesty.
Snapping, clicking, animals cry
I stare at the tortured sky
a rusty swing hangs like life
swaying, creaking, waiting to die.
Mankind stabs the beauty
Mankind stirs serenity
Man cuts short infinity
Mankind makes me sick.
Welcome to the life.
Nothing in the hallowed halls
Nothing inside temple walls
Nothing in manâs tentacles
make me feel this real.
Nothing broken or deformed
Nothing battered bruised or torn
Nothing killed, changed, and reborn
can make me feel this real.
Welcome to the life
No car I drive on stolen gas
No money made as purity gasps
There is no judgement man can pass
that could make me feel this real.
Welcome to the life