Riot Rant

The frantic mob of insane demons Little devils with funky hair Purest angels suffocating, the weeds Choking down all our morals for prides sake Belch the wealthy words dripping of nectar No ones punk no ones tough they all cry like babies Their moms worst fears alive tonight Dance the night away in the pure hearts stolen Souls taken for granted given freely The insane babblings of the mad are crystal clear Their only fear is the end and tho its neigh None seem to respond the dead stares Like deer seeing headlights for the first time They just stand there self-induced retardation And even as they die they still cheer and shout Pleading you to join their man riotous games Fucking up themselves and all around them Tomorrows another day someone will pay for this Not me they say not me I will escape I almost laugh at the stupidity of it all