The Lies of the Human Earth

A plastic planet,
Full of plastic people.
Playing a plastic game,
Leading their petty plastic lives.

The land of hot-headed humans.
Just a bunch of horny homosapiens.
Hiding behind hope and prayer,
And hordes of false pretenses.

Tiny toy house,
Taping its tired seems at the edges of the world.
Terribley clueless,
To the terrifying tyrades.

Scandolous scumbags,
Scorching unseeing eyes.
Subdueing innocent minds,
Into the sick, swarming crowds.

Kill the quiet ones.
Cover up the acutely uncool.
Can the individual calls,
And cash the humiliating courtesy.

The jiggling genoration,
Jagged and joyous.
Jerks and joyrides,
That jeer all attempts at individuality.

Go with the flow.
Follow the fools.
Fear the fatalities,
And fry the freaks.

Go get the green,
Grab more of the green.
It all revolves around getting the green.
Life is green.

Vibrant violance,
Volitile attacks.
Vacations of blood,
And Verbal deaths.

Living lies,
We walk the Earth.
Hand in hand,
Head in the dirt.
We play the game,
We die the same.
Dying in the lies of the human Earth.