A Fucking Con
Never
You hold one's fate
And re-count the value of life
A pitiful thing
A wallet instead of mind
Twisting the way
Virtues that used to shine
Mentality failed
People should live, but die
Don't you forget
Treat with respect
Bodies and minds
Of those who pay well
How much for a bit of dignity?
Am I rich enough to get permission to live?
Sell him the hope
Give him what he calls for
Utter the price
It's so alien a word "remorse"
Painted green spoils
Stained with the innocent lives
Receive your bills
And lie to prolong his time
Take me for trash
I don't deserve your care
Such a poor guy
Here no coins means I die
Outcast you say
Lost in this spacious globe
I'll pass away
As I'm not able to pay
Moldy dark rooms
Faces tormented by time
Silence that scares
Helplessness hurts, not lies
Don't you forget
Treat with respect
Bodies and minds
Of those who pay well