Dystopiate

Most people live without purpose

Blessed are the dead

You'll find the weight of burden heavy

Like a soul filled with lead

Our bones will grind together

In a mass grave

No one weeps

While children drown together

Sustain the creatures of the deep

I reject your morals

I've seen too many years of sorrow

Fuck this rotting planet from poisoned waters

East of nothing

We lost our burning passion

Pain of failure is hard to bear

Took a bullet ride to Cobain fashion

For our deeds were watered in our fears

How civil men turn vicious

In the quest for gold and wealth

Use words of plastic values

Then hit below the belt