Careless World

Pictures Pass Us, Photographers come with cameras they never cast us, riots over what you found over here yet you want us to torch the place with a box of matches, with blood on the streets you run home to fold your hands like a praying mantis.

With every tear that dropped, a smile came by, and friends don't know you, they never say hi, with every story they tell, its another book you'd buy, smiles become friends, you know they'd never lie.

Pens are picked and books you own, past recycled you're left all alone, emotions are worthless they've been overthrown, like infants beaten down they cant talk but moan.

​Stories are told as we get old, mentalities are vocalized through mouths that are bold, hearts aren't broken but cracks leave them cold,lies fall down like Sardom and the bread grows mold.

Break free little birds there's no time to be wasted, cages aren't hard to break through you just haven't faced it, the system gets very weak once you've tasted it, heart becomes one once pieces are pasted.

Words form pictures that you've never taken, In politics today the past will always awaken, in today's world your lies are never mistaken, they're as dirty as that pig, when it was turned to bacon.

I've got three questions for you, if you think you've got the answers packaged, take them out of the boot: 
As modern as you are, uncultured beings, whats a tree without it's root?
As strong as a lion is, what strength is left with no tooth?
Our lies are big but what are they without the truth?

Resist The Force
This is Militia's Booth

*Careless World*