Hobsons Choice

Rotten teeth
In the mouth of society
The smell of death
The sweet scent of the unforgiven

Claiming your direction
Would be the path
Wether you decide
Follow or languish
It’ Hobsons choice

Eat or die, as it ever was
And forgiveness is the price
Corrupt interaction in disbelieve
And religion the yarn beliefe

I envy the incomplete
I envy the numb

Because only spoken words
Can poison your mind

A rotten teeth
In the mouth of society
And it only can be pulled
By extinction

Infected brains, never will be healed
As words fill up with concrete
And suppresses everything
That was claimed as a soul

Like lambs on shambles
Starving in hunger and lust
But depressed in believe and trust

Cut of limbs that once were dreams
Or at least seemed to be dreams
Kill me before its too late