Liars, thieves and hypocrites
How could it get any worse than this?
They'll grin and pat your shoulder
Then watch your family smolder.
The masquerade isn't broken
They'll tell you so, but way below
A monster has awoken
Belching smog of woe.
Sometimes what is ugly can be hidden
Behind a mask
Or bewitched with a magic flask
So others will adore it.
But the simple truth: it doesn't matter
The fake affection will make you sadder
What is meaningful will shatter
Don't you know?
So it goes.
Kings and Queens of endless wars
What was healthy is covered in sores
Sick and twisted, but smiling wide
While secretly screaming inside.
Some are born into fortune old
To make their good life, others are sold
They're fed whatever's wanted
But within, their hearts are haunted.
Why do we hate the rats?
Those deemed less worthy, told to scat
Because they foul our very presence with their need.
But everything must have its place
Rip off that mask, just show your face
The only thing that's ugly is the mind.