We enter the room,

Our hands full of greed.

In need of only worthless material,

Yet envy is what we'll bleed.

This malicious seed,

Is only the work of the darkest creed.

And the owner pleads,

That this is nothing but a lustful stampede.

Indeed.

No, you're in need.

Of the deepest leaf that carries your pea.

It sprouts too late,

A future that was never to be.

Your eyes of the joker,

Breathing poison into your life.

Crying for the dead material,

And longing for a promiscuous wife

And I ask myself: "What is life?"

L.I.F.E

Cross out the F because it's all a...

L.I.E

Lost In Euphoria

Sadness was her name,

No, it wasn't Gloria, 

Or Serena.

Or was it Sabrina?

Gina?

No, Tina?

These tools I need for my ego.

Dare I let her know,

How to rock away with my show.

Entertainment is signed on her body,

And is used with her lips.

This is your head.

You lack an organ

And thus it's why you're dead.