Carbon copy images with undeveloped skulls,
I say generic greetings like everybody does;
Hello, goodbye, goodnight, more wine?
The time? It's nine, goodnight, I'm fine.

We are not evolving; we are standing still,
I can't learn how to fly if I can't pay the bills.
As my spine bends downwards, I see a little clearer,
Blasphemy bursts out of me as the ground gets nearer.

This language divide spreads confusion worldwide,
And here I reside in disillusionment.
But still I abide, that this is just life,
Yet I swallow my pride to get through to them.

My voice gets drowned out by a wink and a pout,
From a whore left to rot in her vanity.
And my words get all tangled, decoded but scrambled,
Interpreted into slurs and profanity.

This frustration truly overwhelms my placid state of being,
Dear God I'm tired of living wired to the masses of my species.