Kinda new in this field of writing so please be a little easy on me. Destructive comments will be ignored while constructive will be gladly accepted. (Think that's enough for now) ;)
Fever is a bad omen, it has to be.
If I have a fever when I see her
Maybe there's something wrong.
Or maybe it's not a fever,
My soul is for sell, but who would want to buy it?
My soul is for sell, but nobody will pay for it.
My soul is for sell, but the devil turned me down.
My soul is for sell, and the fallen one is laughing.
We don't want to belong
If this world is about selling and buying.
Then we will revolt and get ourself a new world.
Were economy is something that doesn't destroy human life.
The wind carries away the dust,
and there is nothing more to see.
Once so proud, but now nothing more,