βTo be second to the best
Ainβt a place in which to rest
If you are so lazy just give up!
No point in going through the lapβ
Slap slap slapping
Fist made of bronze
Filled up the list
No pros just cons
βAn ugly duckling will never dance
On the same pond as the swansβ
Consumed by greed
You feed
You are soil for hatredβs seed!
The deed, they did
Changing quo
Pro little quid
Cause you noticed as a kid
A kid that almost every feeling hid
Youβve 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
βIβll be bigger, huge, supreme
Of the cake Iβll be the cream
And I wonβt care if you so scream
More than light Iβll be a beam
Oh Iβll never be unseen
Will take up every single screen
Iβll hold the sickness and the vaccine
Iβll be the best perfect machineβ
They the plounders of what you need
Linen, silver, gold and fire
βI would pluck your strands of hair
Out like weed cause weeds desireβ
β¦
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
