These Colours Don't Run

These streets aren't paved with gold

Don't believe everything that you're told

Deception hides in all you see

Corruption hides in the air that you breathe

And in the land of the free

You know nothing comes for free

Fourth drive in paradise

Vapid souls check the market price

Lifetime slave living in a suburban grave

If there was a God

(…;was a God…;)

You would be the death of Him

These colours don't run like colour from the face

Eyes roll back

chemical despair

It's true what they say– life isn't fair!

So repeat this line:

"Everything

everything is fine…;"

So repeat this line:

"Everything

everything is fine…;"

These colours don't run like colour from the face

Eyes roll back

chemical despair

It's true what they say– life isn't fair

And in the land of the free

You know

nothing comes for free

I'm struggling to find any poetry in this

Someone beat me to the line:

"Ignorance is bliss…;"

So I guess I'll just say it how it is:

You had it all– YOU FUCKING PIGS!

These streets aren't paved with gold

Don't believe everything that you're told

Deception hides in all you see

Corruption hides in the AIR– YOU– BREATHE!