Piece of shit World

All man will suffer and die in the hands of their savior
and be summoned to death by the words of their maker
truth may pucker from such sour doubt
it's dreams will not be carried out
it's silence gurgles like a child
still ignorance can only last a while

simplicity sounds like phantoms lurking
truth works hard yet hardly working
When will man become the host?
And love the one he needs the most?
it's death comes only from his smile
for he believes truth can only last a while

Why gaze this suffering as a ghost?
Why not bind man to my gallant post?
truth is likely to prevail
make all of them suffer and die in jail
force them to a royal dine
give them all the purest minds
Why not let this race begin?
And give them all a happy end?

All man who have suffered and died in the hands of their savior
Have been summoned to death by the words of their maker
Truth has suffered from a doubt
Some dreams will not be carried out
That dream of blood finally flowing free...
When pasts aren't shaped by misery...
Why is the world so full of shit?
Who is the one responsible for this?
When all dreams have composed into sadness,
This race will decease from blatant madness