You’re a pirate in a ship made of everyday planks and reality shores.
All the storms you created, the furious conquests shaking their booty reactions.
They get always bullied in motion of various attractions.

You’re a day to day surfer moved by Gulf Stream of envy and greed.
Roughly dealing with the mountainy waves of late second thoughts
And the energy loss.

You’re a careful scavenger full of secrets that will never be spilled.
On your own hearted cross respect and finger crossed vows.
When you finally get a share of fake things and shimmering lies
The weakest mind get to trick itself with confused stories
Just like that. x3

You’re a sleepless father hushing kids as you try to get a peaceful time.
You can’t bare those monotonic babies, you’re supposed to love so much.
But you’re scared of these monsters and their disgusting innocence.!
Disgusting innocence.
Just like that. x3

You’re a glorious money maker, a talented golden boy self made from rust.
Your world of lust and living trust get me disgusted
Your always fueled with angel dust.
You’re a Mother Fucker
Just like that. x3