A Dead Resource

Honesty is a dead resource
And trust: it can no longer be
I can't recall the first time
I saw your hypocrisy

It became a pitiful display of the living
A shameful parade
You bastards, you liars
Our lives are not a game

I despise you all
I can't stand the thought of you

Despite of all the words once said, you are not what you claim to be
You make believe what you live is true, but the truth is away from your fantasy
Your morality is but a lie; your causes can no longer justify you
And once and for all I will never submit myself to you again

Live a play, live a game
Live a lie, justify
It's for a greater reason

All you say, all you do
All you cry, all this time
And yet this treason

Fraternized, baptized
Anesthetized, hypnotized
Immortalized

You don't see, you can't see
You have been all this time
Commercialized

Open your eyes look around
You defend all this hate
All those lives you desecrate

With your words, with your say
But yet you dismay
Get out of my way!