Would it be better for us if
we were sold the shit of a thousand years
Or to tread through
the mud and tears
I know what my choice would be
The beauty she exudes will never be understood
She's been made to suffer by what they've told her
To find love find stability the death for her inevitably
She's seen the disease corrupt the minds of the fiends
Their minds begin to rot
she asks
Is this all that we've got