I woke up in a land that lacks dignity,
All possible features across my universe;
Running faithless, naked if necessary,
But always covered with masks, stocks and shares...
I will never get my equal cut.
They will rather leave me standing in line to rut.

Strange days every where I go-
People in the doorway stopped say hello,
The northern light slowly dims its glow.
I will keep looking down as long as I grow.
While god is on the pavement and the devil is on the bench,
Having a stupid conversation using words in French,
I laughed so hard I started to cry-
 "this two morans will lead us to die!"

There is war in my head, there are wars on the planet
But that is how they designed it.
Every thing is right where it is supposed to be,
Every thing is in place... except for me.
But where can I go from here ask me the trees.
No mater what I tell them they always disagree.
-Shut up you fool, you gonna be a desk.
-My future is known but you still wear a mask.