The average man looks at the clock.
It tics
It tocs
It's funny how the Pyro would rather drown than burn in his sorrows
The woman you call crazy loves to hear glass shatter rather than slit her wrists in fear
The child you call disobedient sleeps in tears
You say you don't want any more problems in your life to fix
Well tell me, what have you fixed
The thinker thinks
The hearing listens
But what the thinker has thought
Is what the hearing has heard
All the dirt that has spilled which of
All the alcohol in the world couldn't clean this deep cut
People are infections which can't ever be treated properly
So whatever effect you give out
You clear out or You multiply
Those demon seeds
They're the over Pride