I don't see why it's so difficult to understand
One needs some space to stand
It gets on to my nerves
No matter what you do nothing really serves
Counting hours, counting days
Pleasing sick dogs and finding ways
Every minute is so cheap
Can't even breathe
Life aint supposed to be
Like a sad teary sea
Big was the vision
And tricky is the division
Will and views
Found all the clues
Timing is all that is left
No more shit and no more theft
The dogs may bark and the madness they spread
But there shall be an end to this thread
Every dog has his day
As the great may say
Whatever you do
Will ultimately come back to you
No purpose, No meaning
Bits and pieces, All so sickening
And little did we know
It was only a fucked up show!
- Zaira
