I am society, I am pleading I’m sick. I’m singing the song of the dead, crying for the ones are alive, bleeding from the core of the earth. Thou is the one to revive.

years I’m begging for help! thou can not hear a thing, bleeding on top of the grave with the shovel in my hand and tears in my eyes.

The awake ones are a few.

giving up, the war never ends. 

I'm choking.

I gave you medicine, you banned it. I gave you possibilities you close your eyes. I gave you everything I could, but it was never enough you wanted more and more though the greedy will lose because soon I’ll have nothing to give.