Sweating profusely in an insubordinate haze, the nuclear showers bring in the cold summer rain. Bombs going off and spreading the caner, to assemble the obliging is a pain.
The Westboro protesting a funeral. The future just, can't give in. Courage left falling from a bridge, to obliterate the mind of a citizen.
Is it the poison in the air or is it in the water? I just can't comprehend. The lifeless bodies lay by the river's edge, to form some sort of establishment.
The slaughterhouses are overcrowding, we'll do anything to escape the harsh reality. Compassion left at the bottom of the barrel, ignorance breeds another casualty.