Walking in the aisles of a rotten paradise
Underneath the sparkling lights of crimson knights
In a place where justice merely just an illusion
Manipulated by its shadowed ideas and selfish creed
Played by one man’s greedy vision of pure insanity
Deceptive titans of the poor and the weak
Enslaving souls by unrighteous law and punishment
Master puppet of the young and innocent
heartbreaking silence covers the earth
Tell me my dear child what hell feels like?
Is it cold?
As you slept on the street without a blanket nor a bed
Does waking up in a morning just add up to your sufferings?
When you knew your homeless and nothing to eat
For parents being killed by ruthless drug lords
Is it painless?
As you sold your young body just for a piece of bread
Does morphine helps or perhaps a stronger drug will do?
When you knew you’re being sold by your own parent
For a debt never been yours
Indeed, you don’t give a damn.
For this is a world not ruled by one
When will it stop?
When will it end?
When will it mend?
Please don’t let their faith die and tears gone dry
For their hearts will be hardened in time
And killing would no longer be just a crime