its a massacre of poetic ambassadors
some call us masochists, holding ourselves back
"it's just our state of mind cuz we stay on our grind
keep trying to find a better way to do this thing called humanity"
but there's widespread insanity on the earth's very face
causing disillusionment, an illusion of despair
where nothing can be done here..
my own mind is my judge, jury and executioner
my execution of this life has been injustice
so it's justified for me to crucify me
just as if i were multiple personalities
in this crazy humanity...the vanity...it's my own insanity