A Picture of a Thousand Words

Dark as the midnight, cold as the winter white. Hard as a rock, made to be shut up like a lock, silent like a clock with no tick tock, strange like would be the rain if it didn't drip drop. Crazy like a mad fox, living life inside a bad box. Relationships have been estranged, friendships have been changed. Pastors on the take, Atheist out to make, Christians out to be fake, ain't nobody worried about for Christ sake. People are so rude, insides black as crude, so quickly spoiled, like bad food, so quick to push the next dude, into a bad mood. No compassion, only thrashing, in so called high class fashion. Now you're a muslim and a vegetarian, a daddy who don't care for his kids, because of too many prison bids, but to the rest of the world, he's oh so sweet, like creme flavored with bavarian,  how could someone like this ever be, the world's greatest humanitarian. To be wrong as two left shoes is what you choose, a pathway full of nothing but bad news, and it's never gonna change until you stop breaking the rules and pay your dues, and join the masses on the pews.