Kings and queens rule the land,
There's more and more lines drawn in the sand.
Pawns are crooks; Castles are rooks.
It's too bad the good books
Written for the sub-classes to introduce morality,
Had nothing to do with reality.
But then again, who would have ever read them?
We read the par-Quran for lunch,
Eat old testaments for a snack,
And a little Lulla-bible before bed.
There's no more points of view when your only thought is food.
The bible has been replaced with a survival guide,
That uses perishables instead of parables,
Because there's no stories left to preach.
There's no life lessons is left to teach anyone, why bother?
Who are we? Are we the intellects or the insects?
We're not the ones who will ever know the answer.
It's impossible for us to imagine what is right in front of us.
I guess that's what makes us think we're human.
But being human only lets us see a little farther than animals.
Feel depression from spending most of your life working?
Try chemicals! Chemicals make everything better.
Hate, love, morality. They're just chemical reactions.
Are we just chemically imbalanced ants on chemically fueled rants?
It really just comes down to sex and power.
I bet the last man standing, the last human on this planet,
The last person on the earth doesn't give a shit,
Or has any idea that he or most likely she is the last one.
The last person on this planet,
Will fuck the dead and die thinking not about why didn't anyone care,
But why her life was so unfair.
It's time, it needs to be said, I'm sorry to be the one to inform you,
But man and woman kind has unfortunately been pronounced dead.