We are raised, then we are razed. In between we strive for praise, but he who prays preys. The righteous, never right, just talk the talk of love. Dividing, sub-dividing as they claw their ways above.
Sick of empty promise, in spite of nothing done Still we carry on. Still, we carrion. Fight for our convictions, but too right makes us wrong. Still we carry on. Still, we carrion. Accept everyone, except everyone. Never a part, always apart. Look busy.