What’s going on? (June 2006)

And that things are getting worse,
For all those concerned,
With working real hard,
To make sure enough money is earned,

So that we can pay the rent,
So that we can pay the bills,
So that we can treat ourselves now and then,
To some nice bud or a bag of pills..

Cos we need to be allowed to drift,
Take mind-altering substances to lift,
Our minds up and over the gates;
Another dimension,
Without the UK and the states…

It’s all so wrong,
Selling our lives so cheap,
We aint given a chance,
To even think real deep
Or express,
How we feel bout the mess,
In which we live,
And The lack of any kinda return on the taxes that we are forced to give…

Whats more important?
A womans breasts or her soul?
How can the the human representors of mother earth,
Be happy with their social role?

We worship their looks,
Chase the ones who show flesh over the ones who read books,
Treat them like fish, that we catch with hooks….

But thyre just as bad,
The female race makes me just as sad,
Cos the Role models are promoting what I despise,
Relationships based more on thighs,
Than eyes,
More on ass,
Than class…
And They appear to make it seem cool to fuck and forget,
Sing more about sex and money, than love and regret….

All these thoughts,
They flow like a river, combine in my head,
Stop me sleeping when I turn off the lights,
And jump in my bed,

I can’t help but feel kinda dis-connected,
Sure as hell, that for this kinda existance I cant have been selcted,
By fate,
Unless I led a previous life full of evil and hate.

It all builds up
Then washes over me like a wave,
as I realize that I can have nothing at all of what I crave,
Just the dreams, and a living nightmare,
Where I search but cant seem to find the one person,
With whom I could share,
Every single one of the thoughts and emotions that I bear….