Glories, i reckon, come dowsed in blood
over-the-top ambitions fucking a lively nut
slithering, crawling, fading away...
Glories, i reckon, the works of a hard day!!
Ambition, i think, is just another word
for the daddies of a strictness absurd
growing cold day by day, for always.
Ambitions, a cover-up for a brutal face!
Hardwork, i guess, is an understatement!
for the decaying life in the brackets of stalement!
like stalgamites, sharp and killing deep
Hardwork, just a mock on those who're weak!
Dedication, a word to remember, i say!
sweet-tongued slavery, to give a way...
to subdue the spirit and the elation
a word to overwhelm...Dedication!!
Fun!?! what a downtrodden being one must be!
wasting time on sportsmanship and a skinned knee!
how could one enjoy? the work's still undone.
and it won't ever be complete till you're living under the sun!!
why are these the words every child is told?
why, before their childhood, they're asked to grow old?
why is this the massacre these elders commit?
feeding such pulp to kids and not even letting them vomit!
marks, competitions, jobs, the institutions,
all blunders! an irrepairable nuisance!
ruining capabilities and talents, producing muggers
where does this lead? the thought gives shudders!!
it IS necessary, very necessary, i know!
but let kids create, let them mess, let them grow!!
today, the curriculum doesnt encourage them in any way!
but it WILL go on..like a show, as they say!!
