Dashing into the realms of hopeless beginning
We chased the wind hoping to find feet
Reducted in words, spilled amidst savanna dreams
Rinsed off the past
Crowned of the new norms
A hand to ask.
Lost between the dotted lines of the screen
We found love at the peripheral time
Called for a response, out of respect
Undressed in seconds
Our ways blown in seconds
We became the ghost town of self-respect.
A dollar to pursue
We yoke kids from infancy
Watching time to reward the handwork of the old
Dangling flesh to be a call for salvation
Yet in reality,
What was to build Mansions
have become a conglomerate of hopeless reality.
Wedding words into meaningless utterances
As "I love you!"
Now stands as the base for persecution
Blood soaking culture
To deflower what raises us to be.
Stealing hearts at face value
we have become a generation of X's.
