Nothing is sacred anymore
I feel like I'm stuck in this time warp
I call hell
people in a trance
under a spell
where the devil existence is valued and praised
instead of God's
Doing the right thing
I become the odd
ball
the lame
to me the world is Cypress Hill insane
people lost their brains
only a few good remain
I could give into the bullshit
or try to restrain
Two wrongs never made it right
but, it makes the playing field the same
levels it like a plain
Makes it fair for both players
but I'm not a hater
vindictiveness is nothing I'm made of
I tread softly, harmless as a dove
it was God
who instilled in me his love
My God, My God save me
Please surround me with your love daily
I'm surrounded by demons
night of the living dead
People talk
but nothing is ever said
People living without meaning
theiven
destroying good people
they're evil people
The dissolve of good dreams
and leaving
vessels empty
God keep the bullshit
from getting to me
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