Falling Down - Vents

We embracing the nonsense possible life without consequence
You on your own there's no god here watching us
Without an obvious purpose or meaning
It's worthless to live or else we're like cursed with the freedom
To think for myself so I drink by myself
And cop blame for the pain that I bring to myself
It's the insanity of man's reality
We're living in a shopping mall with plans to expand to the galaxy
Becoming awesome and deforming the turf
Extorting the earth and taking her for all that it's worth
We divorced from the means of life
Nature is tormented and treated awful like Jesus Christ
It's not a call for forgiveness
I'm just the author and witness of all this s**t in like all of its sickness
It's the symphony of living in the last days
Life is hard but embrace that b***h before you part ways
Let's get it on man we could go toe for toe
Blow for blow then we could find out who's falling down
Round for round and pound for pound
Let's get it on man then we could find out who's falling first
Let's see who really wants this worse
Let's step up and then we could find out who's falling through
Get your whole crew eyes on you
The truth is motherf**ker I could see you falling
Before we falling apart everybody want to feel completeness
So we coming together before we leaving in pieces
Staying close in the most freezing weather
We could have a moment of silence and just breathe together
In the emptiness the nothingness and the uncertain
The insignificance of me as just one person
I'm one version of human being
Billions of them on a big rock made up of blue and green
We've all got the same stupid dream
I'm all alone in the city best friend's a computer screen
We gave birth to a cancerous growth
But if it bleeds we could kill it coat hanger approach
Abandon all hope the world keeps hands on my throat
Me and reality about to make plans to elope
Sold my soul for a very small portion of gold
And spent Sunday on the floor with the porcelain bowl
Vandalism's like a plague eyesore everywhere that I roll
Corporate marketing want to stare at your soul
Intimate details of what's buried beneath
Promising to fill my lack temporary relief
I'm John Joseph listen show gratitude focus
Demanding respect but your attitude hopeless
Cancer cirrhosis holocaust homicide opus
Crops get demolished like locusts
Policeman come no respect for the pork
They all rotten right down to their molecular core
When I was young used to respect the power of violence
To entertain repulse terrify excite us
It's horrorcore footsteps thunder up the corridor
Dad had a bad day later on he's sorry for
The beating you get the belt on your rump
Your feet on the edge where everything will tell you to jump