crimes

Lies are disguised as truths
monsters seeking our demise
to take our lives
filthy animals we are
locked in a cage
bars made of rage
we are stuck on a stage
our victims the audience
our actions the judge, the jury
its time we pay for our crimes
to be locked in a cell
of our own creation
we tell ourselves
that we are the good ones
they the bad
its awfully sad
how when we’re mad
we harm with our “innocent” hands
made of sin
lies make our skin
clothed in our greed
no wonder we are a lost breed
the last pure seed
we buried
on a crucifix
makes me sick
to look at all this shit
to be a fucking witness
to such a crime
it’s time we pay our dues
saddest thing is we haven't a clue