Intoxicated
Intoxicated
They intoxicate my world
And expect me to be royal
This is the picture of life
Were my soul bleeds
Still the world don't care
Even doe I worry about
The future of man with it nature
Still I bleed to see
That all given for the sake
Of love
Is destroyed to vanity
No wonder they intoxicate
My world
Yet expect me to be royal
Intoxicated
I can't write normal
Cos a normal soul don't bleed
Either could it see it realities
In the midst of his deformities
He thinks he is saved
By same hands whom
Never want his existence
So I challenge you
Don't be blind
We are need a life
So start the change
From you
Cos sooner or later
The world will change if not
intoxicated
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