feeling like life is feeding me lies when it fails me on each of my trys
forcing me to fight for whats in front of my eyes cuz what you dont see is what i reilize
that tolerance, the true test thats treated terrible to those that tolerate
only paying the rent not the rest thats needed like food on the plate
and as i wait for my fellow man to follow at hand in the devine plan
to exterminate those who hate with built up rage these days
but i guess were all the same as those who passed on their names
to the generations below with dreadful expectations to follow
playing the game is the mistake if were raised the same we'll belive the hate
so forever stuck to eveolve so slow that no problems get solved
as those with a life paved better then a road and who plan to grow old
forgeting about those whos lifes get sold for a lil rock and thats about all im told
but this story is gold, who cares about a soul that will never grow old
but then who can care when it ends up being burnt and turned to smoke in