Skirting Undercover

SKIRTING UNDERCOVER Skirting undercover, peering what it brings I’m not living in a world where nobody sins Everyone, darkness underneath their smile All fighting ageism so they remain the child While picking pockets, procuring their wiles Collecting their monies into big selfish piles The glints of knives, as sharp as their eyes Wondering what a rat looks like in disguise Never trust in your Mama or your Papa too Weighting up a life that you owe ‘em in lieu Smoking up the smoke screens as to blind Never seeing, what it's doing to your mind Followed a protocol for thousands of years Questions not the burdens one ever bears Ripping off the mainstream. who's to know That is just the way, things sure as hell go Protecting innocents; until, they in turn fall Then out with their mealy knives they maul Satan; ejaculating with every ounce of pain Your misery to Satan his most wanted gain Your laughter and happy, keeps him at bay Until; he can strike back, come another day That Yin and Yan of life it just doesn’t exist Euphoria it will just send us all to the abyss There is no such art to balancing the scales When weights are weighted, to make a sale Your life against theirs who hold all the aces Skirting undercover; to a life you as wasted Indiana Shaw . . . : /