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