Question Everything

Intense pleasure
A lady of leisure
Pint size no half measure

With a telephone to hell
I'm under her spell
Clawing for salvation feeling unwell

Rivers turn red
Vegetation is dead
doomsday calling it's all in your head

corridors of time
Words that don't rhyme
Fascist tyrants political crimes

Expenses never paid
Eggs never laid
Carnage on the streets the people so afraid

Crimes of humanity
Eat at your sanity
Never forget to question reality