Two people are never the same in this complicated life that plays like a game/
From birth we are nurtured to gain all the things we need to be trained/
and then we need to choose the game that we play and by which rules/
but general misanthropic feelins leave us reelin and inevitably confused/
about why people go through this life being battered bruised and abused/
Is it something we're just used to..people vindicating violent attacks/
So as i attempt this arduous task to unmask them for who they are/
So that eventually no matter where they go they'll be barred/
A slight repayment for the hundreds of people they've left scarred/
Over the years and had to live with thier fears and the harm/
They live with each and every day till they die and get embalmed/
So lets work together and try 2 find a way 2 make these bastards sorry/