More Dead Than Alive
The air is tainted and the sky stays
grey
In this city where the angels have left
People walk around soulless
unable to quench their thirst
for riches and the pleasures of the flesh
The only happiness they know is when there are chemicals buzzing in their heads
They give me the biggest cosmetic smile and say boy I've been blessed
Hoping their expensive suits and dresses hide their iniquities and immolation of the innocent
And hope the that the sweet smelling fragrances will mask the smell of decay of what are now skeletons in their closet
The truth is you are alive but inside you're dead
So your thirst can never be quenched
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