Living pity, sad designs
With lost eyes and disgraced minds
Medicated carcasses of
Damaged type persona kind
Arid lands where no crops grow
No rain pours down from above
But there's something to be found
Dig and find this fertile ground
Desiring for salvation
Or their own destruction
Demon in the angel's body
With peaceful configuration
Is this kind diseased
Or is it evolution?
Higher human form
Or degeneration?
See? How you close your eyes
You only want see what you like
Truth is ugly and what's more
Close-eyed let them suffer alone
Maybe someday your own child
Will be sentenced to this life
Would you despise your own blood?
Would you play a fucking god?
Desiring for salvation
Or their own destruction
Demon in the angel's body
With peaceful configuration
Is this kind diseased
Or is it evolution?
Higher human form
Or degeneration?
