All the cutups disposed in hurry
all the people raising funds
moral issues became so blurry
to choke and block the other founts
the only interest in life is money
and all the people that live instead
are coming across as being phoney
no matter if your child drops dead!

You got permission to kill


To drain bad feelings of our being
to ease the whole way we sense
the buzz surfacing our sealing
heart is open mind cries defence
we call the problems overwhelming
disregard all the other worlds
our voidness as loud as screaming
listening to selfish words

You got permission to kill