instinct

may the human crave for more
may them depend on an instinct
and the people are getting bored
mayhem as vague as it distinct

joy has been canceled, your throat's kinda sore
for nineteen years enjoying the gore
voice in your head, help this help that
nothing more than just a little brat

may them think that the chaos has gone
may the storm do its thing, make it thrive
and the person thinks that he's number one
teach them to use the sharp knife.

THE person is dead and you should be aware
the body is laying, but where??
submerged deep in silence and locked in the cage
and the key... I keep it in my pocket.