This world ain't a wasteland

It just taste that way some times.

It depends on the angle

On how you read your lines.

For every brick we stack to come together to build

There's a sick little crack in this foundation still.

Humans! I can't accept them.

Trying to understand them

And what fuels them and their essence.

I'm looking for some leverage.

Catch up, trying to catch me.

Curse-ed, depress-ed.

Here to make you happy.