thoughts constantly erupt my mind
I feel like im running out of time
to escape this torture and this pain
to elude the plague of the game

burdens enjoy their weight on my back
when will all this be in tact
where happiness is the ultimate thang
and love is the place where all reign?

where depression is something of the past
and brown-nosing is no longer needed to save one's ass
being real has never hurt anyone, not that i know of
but being fake gets you under, never above

why must hating be in the manuscripts of life,
but then again, why would one turn from the needle to the pipe?
this life is full of rambunctious days
but does that mean one has to have those ways

sickness and disease rapid on every hand
militant guys dissipating, scared to stand.
mothers killing children in unthoughtful ways
carried them for 9 months, then shortened their days?

thoughts constantly erupt my mind
i feel like im running out of time
to escape this torture and this pain
to elude the plague of this game...