These Simple Things

Why, we must grow older?

Why, they keep all in folders?

Why, they are here?

Why, if they were not supposed to be?

These simple things

Are complicated by structures

Of a sick play

Since you were born, you bleed

Ironically, you think it’s a gift

And everytime they pass

Everytime they lie

Everytime they fly

Everytime, you die

These simple things

Pure corrosion from above

How much you will bleed?

Until you finally see?

Why, we hear these tales?

Why, we chase happiness by the tail?

Why, you see unicorns in rainbows

Why, are you sick?

Why, life is a acid trip

You will soon be overdosed

They all, lie

To protect you, to destroy you

They all, lie

To tame you, to pierce you

And they all die, and  they all fly

With rotting wings

While plague angels sing

Do you want to know why?

On the station, do you want to know why?

On the church, do you want to know why?

Playing Frisbee, do you want to know why?

Walking in the mall, do you want to know why?

No, you don’t really want to know why

But you know you all will die

Do you know how many times you have already died?

And you bleed in the womb

And you bleed in the walls

And you bleed for them

And you still bleed in the tomb

These simple things

Are not as simple as they seen
No more blood, just venom in your veins

I don’t want anyone to bleed for me

These simple things

Divine needles provided, will kill you all

I would like to see

How you will all react when you fall
And lose it all