manufactured attack

Listen to their laughing voices as they sing to you.
Twist the vocals, snip em too.
Let their voices die out
wither in the world of ruin,
the earth we are living now,
they ain't have a proper upbringing.

Photographs of flowers
reflect upon your eyes
petals of black roses
reflect your heart
let'em snort their noses,
stab your iron vest
you know that they're merely
pieces of trash

manufactured from greed
peer pressure, lead
broken glass, plastic bottles
those whom you can easily trottle

why succumb to the numbers
when they're just ants?
they'll simply just tumble
when they wet their own pants

they reek of makeup
dab themselves with sweat
but who gives a f*ck
when they're just a floor mat?

the building housing them
merely challenges on par
an obstacle in Super Mario
to save your own Zelda

once you get out
you woulda gained points
let them sulk and pout
as you level up, they're toys

You're your own man.
You're your own woman.
Pests aren't worth your plan
the wheel is yours to turn.