What's Fair?
by Noodle
There's mercy in a structure, each column bleeds an article
Following pain, the units crumble as they reach the particles
In methodical times, economy and sodomy combine
And there's estranged people here getting fucked from behind
Because a government's our own sign of self-authority
Imploring weak hands to break free without a door and key
Exploring dreams of tomorrow through poses and frames
Folding away so many truths that they explode in your face
Grossing, ways to make money like working to get currency
In a different state of mind with an emphasis on emergency
Purposely foolish, but the knowledge is hurting the duelist
Life's a double-edged sword which means purpose is useless
Society's been wrong though while these pieces barely fit
You've got to spend money to get something else to carry it
Married men laugh at Sonic, he always tries for the rings
And yes, it's wrong to divorce, but that shit's like a disease
So then we don't want it...and if we find the replacement
We go up a couple tiers while our hearts cry in the basement
Amazing, the time's wrong, but now this climate is right
Like an arrangement, but we could never shine with the lights
Everything is unfair...
This can't be freedom and more than likely it is history
So if our lives count for nothing...that's much closer to infinite
Divinity's achieved in a world that's still praying to Dog
While thanking him for jack shit since we're obeying the laws
It's like prison or what's "right"...there's no telling it well
We're in a box fighting to survive like this was hell in a cell
For every person that can dwell in the caves and wonder
You'll decay from underneath, but never reign with thunder
For the slaves to recover, they would stomach the pain
But under the frame was the build of still becoming a slave
To some kinds of rope, whether it's done tight or loose
Doesn't matter when disaster leaves you hung with a noose
Cliffhangers and footnotes, good hopes for dead sorrow
The edge was too jagged...the blood fell as we followed
Breathe hollow, bones crack while the dust is spinning
Because what's fair is death and this life is just beginning
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