โTo be second to the best
Ainโt a place in which to rest
If you are so lazy just give up!
No point in going through the lapโ
Slap slap slapping
Fist made of bronze
Filled up the list
No pros just cons
โAn ugly duckling will never dance
On the same pond as the swansโ
Consumed by greed
You feed
You are soil for hatredโs seed!
The deed, they did
Changing quo
Pro little quid
Cause you noticed as a kid
A kid that almost every feeling hid
Youโve got rid with mild success
Of all the things that caused you stress
Just by pouring gasoline
Every time you had a dream
Over bed, pillow and sheets
And letting it spill on to the streets
โIโll be bigger, huge, supreme
Of the cake Iโll be the cream
And I wonโt care if you so scream
More than light Iโll be a beam
Oh Iโll never be unseen
Will take up every single screen
Iโll hold the sickness and the vaccine
Iโll be the best perfect machineโ
They the plounders of what you need
Linen, silver, gold and fire
โI would pluck your strands of hair
Out like weed cause weeds desireโ
โฆ
Now a reaper, oh so blind
Took a job that was unkind
Behind those things your mind proyected
Was a little kid neglected
One who grew up unprotected
And as a child became infected
Always feeling as if rejected
From the inside
A darkness grew
Digesting lies like bits of truths
And when it came the time to notice
To pay the toll of skewed semiosis
You where all covered in gloom
And I could never get to you
