Who We Are, And For What We Are
Our planet is small, but our population is smaller
Our world is big, but our hearts are tinier
Our future is corrupted, most of our children are lost
And we're just trying to survive to get through it all
Humans like to judge, whether it's in your mind, or verbal
We tend to rank people we despise physically or personally
We are monsters, creatures who choose to have emotions
We choose to share our thoughts
Yet no one in the world has ever never felt pain…
"Your a lier, a burden, a prostitute with no life"
These words pierce deep, and for some, it becomes less sore
These titles don't label what these people are, but instead characterize the being
Humans are monsters
Monsters deceive
Monsters kill
Monsters all started innocent, just until
Just… until
A fire lit in their head
A fire from hell
Who are we? What are we?
We are monsters, made of flesh
We know Jesus, but we don't know who is God
Who we are? Lier's, devils, beasts and whores
And for what they are? Observers who've seen how far you fell
How will they end, you ask?
Welcome to Hell