How do you expect us to make sense,
of this world full of pretense,
where wealth means more than conscience,

All I see in these eyes is this lust,
and distrust,
and disgust,

How can you raise a gun at your own brother,
and leave somewhere a crying mother,
the fault is your own and none other,

All I can do is try,
and defy,
the rules we live by
and hope that I,

Can see this through,
because I just want to do,
what I’m supposed to,
as opposed to,
what you want me to,

Subject to constant brutality,
to the extent of fatality,
when life is just a formality,

Welcome, to the sad reality.