The Carne

Take a vile trip, so inhibitions slip Let glass tip for a sanguine sip When selfish gain is like cocaine The world's an insane, twisted plane Our lives are lies spent for blue skies We feel torment from each surprise No matter what our minds stay shut It's all easy if life's a rut Another breeds, another dies Another seeds what could be wise The world of noise silences the free Hiding away whom we could envy Red is running from wall to wall Man still disbelieves he could fall Why must we all impede and stall At this massive masquerade ball? You can join with the rare who quit And clean up the mess a little bit But the dancing floor holds much more And entrants build your endless chore So grab a drink to help you think While madness teeters on the brink We have strong rules to stay such fools Despite the blood at our ankles pools You aren't to blame for the world we know It's not our fault change comes slow So sit still, swallow another pill Hope for high ceilings in the ball we fill