Make me clean up the sick perverse dense hearts

For my own love yearns for untouched clean parts

Forsake my own spirit and left to die

Never kiss my heart and say that goodbye

A twist of fate behind my own choices

Each time I weep give crime to the masses

The trees that grow wither in death and shame

Take me apart the chimps think they are tame

Emotions blank and vile treated like scum

Distill the shame try to make me quite dumb

Innate promiscuity bleeds dry souls

Betwixt poor homes no friends in the old bowls

The Rum runs through the veins of boys not men

In the homes of theft and tyranny's den

Fit in emotions they do not weep well

Degenerate troops run down those who dwell

In our lands they force us to hide away

The land's emotion cold and made to stray

Silence simply so seemed soon sick starkly

Shoved and shoehorned should have not been timely

Tried to tame the tables to time the treats

To try titular time broke with lame beats

Being of sight one sees their loved ones sane

Being with them not so they go insane

Dozens of sly decades decay friendship

So does the wheels press down on our kinship