This Town

The air in this hellhole town
Has the stench of all things nasty
Everyone here always wears a frown
And yet, they claim to be informed and happy.

Bullshit! At all that you are, all that you've become
All of your innocence, kindness, sanity have rotted away
I see through you like a window revealing a corpse, laying numb
As your walking pass me, carrying with you an aura of gloom gray.

But as some may say, there is usually a gem in every shit pile
A person who actually gives a damn, and never wears a mask
Allow me to cut this open, to find anything worthwhile
However, this is a dirty, grimy, and ungodly sort of task.

I sort out the guts and drain out the blood, searching for hope
People will say "hope is in front of you" I just spit at them
Hope is not something you can buy, nor a person you can grope
It is something you find in society's corpse, in guts and phlegm.

So as I search for the long, lost idea of hope in this town
They go out of their way in search of happiness to buy
Everyone claims to be happy as they wear their frown
This town is cold, gray, full of lies and sounds of cries.

I see how this town really is, nobody I've ever met agrees
How this town slowly kills itself and pukes out blood and eyes
The blood of those who have died for it, and eyes so none sees
The people here choose to be blind and they are who I despise.