Forever sickness forever hate
brother against brother such a sad estate
vicious cycles forever turning up
the gasoline is overflowing in the burning cup
I feel depressed like nothing can change
one trouble for another forever exchange
Still we murder still we persecute
still we hand the keys off to some asshole in a suit
I no longer think my role is instrumental
These days I see this shell as nothing but a rental
no happier really but with more to lose
no wiser at all but still forced to choose
great more doggerel a, b, a, b
struggling to see the value of mystery
I only want to sing a clear note
instead I’m slogging these vicious cycles by rote
what
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