We all came from the same
A sparkle sent from the skies
Between moist and heated water
The root of humankind prides
Do you know what you want?
Do you want what you need?
Do you need what you take?
When you take it out of greed?
A place to crash, a loaded dish
A big red car, a broken wish
A wife to blame
A slithering trait
Some ties and suits
Some love, some hate
A busted glass
A painted wall
A dark sacred night
No faith at all
A kind young lady
Some trust in men
And God screaming out
“I’ll do what I can”
Five tons of pressure
They bend and break
Some willing to give
Most eager to take
A tired old man
A window to nowhere
White and pale
Jabbering to the air
A wet smelly floor
Some knocking at the door
The sky as the limit
Just leave it just live it
The Vanity Fair
One hell of a freak show
A monkey and a bear
Some powder to grow
Rubbish in between
The serious drama queens
Some lose in the middle
But no one really wins.
We’ll meet again in the end
Gone treasury and lust
Make sure you understand
“Ashes to ashes dust to dust”.
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