Life is...

Life is... Insanity

First of all, Life is Insanity

I am a psycho

I’m a messed up dude

In a messed up city

Filled with no probability

Of ever getting cured

I take a pen

And start to write my name

As the ink scatters, I start to be ashamed 

As nothing had changed, 

Everything is still the same

Greed and corruption still fills the land,

The city of the people of soiled and dirtied hands

Everyone wages war no matter who they are

Only for people to die 

Or be put into bars

I am, of what is happening, terrified

Even petrified, stupefied, mortified

For what has this economy become?

Why aren't we one but some?

Why are we divided?

I am losing my mind

We are all lacking behind

In the race of different races

The marathon of nations

The image of different faces

Can’t we be one?

Or can’t this be undone?

Can we be united?

Or are we forever truly divided?

I am losing my mind.