Cracks in my Crooked Collar
So the world became crooked- no love only movement
Silken sheets to cover what goes on underneath- excuse them
Brittle bones- so fragile that deceit blew away the pig’s house
The girl became a bitch as she ploughed through riches proud
She was content with being a digger digging for a rare picture
since love was never there….false smiles were a constant fixture
Her nails long- polished; manicured ready to sign another cheque
cause her husband’s inept, so she pays for some love instead,
this world’s a fast place at a fast pace in a fast lane with a fast gain
but what of fast pain that lasts days till all that remains is a past stained
and her daughter she’s sad, romancing romance, romanticizing her guy
cause he’s a cokehead who deals meth, only to let his drug habit get by
Same way God said Fuck it; he toked and let drama unfold
Feeling of dealing with an old flame was a no game for God who told
Many a blind man stories of gold, Atlantis and false glory
Only to Bring Adam to Earth, Adam took the L….left with gory
So we were raised as bastards, ready to be cannibals
Eat sheep just to go to sleep, and wacked off to illicit parables
There isn’t a twist, or life after death but life’s always after death
Chasing it- till all that’s left, is a coffin and false tears that are wept
There isn’t no love lost, as love was never hear
Shouting at empty space, awaiting to be lent an ear
A heart to beat, some lungs to breathe
Legs to walk, and some genitals to breed
Cause we need to produce some fruit that’s fresh
Cause the current generation is high….high on death.