Pull This Thread

Our hands our covered in blood with guilt
We're standing upon the lies and pain we built
Our connections become distractions
Were monsters with selections
We've become quite dangerous
Only to find that our plague is highly contagious.
There are rules no one really obeys
We run, play, and misbehave, with no delays
Our world filled with execution and destruction
Our children witnessing how we people function
The time is dwindling,while the history lays out our consequence.
We all hide ourselves, disguise ourselves, with nothing to confess.
The book describes that our sins ban us to hell
But we pretend to be perfect creatures around our tiny shell.
Our faces are covered with lies and confessions
And our brains are non functioning and scattered directions.
We listen and believe to all the ludicrous conspiracies.
As we act upon ourselves quite so deliriously.
Life as we know it is filled with complications
Desiring the most and yearning for our sensations.
We must at the very least admit that we've drowned
But were all taped down, clogged up and bound.
Shut up tight, tucked under the rug,
Are all the lies and crap we can't lug.
Our morals and exceptions are all that we hold,
And we use this to teach the children that we mold.