This world in reality is a soft kind of beat;
It gives us a pretense and confines defeat,
And we're all living with crazies; the Crazies like Me!
From nothing to zero, you satirize the fool,
From infant to Hero; The Myth is your tool--
It sounds like chatter just include talking too,
This world is a place where Hate does persist,
Enchanting the view where only Love should exist,
You've fallen like Clowns from Smile to the grifts...
It's a beatnik agenda no one can save
Being in Costume, aghast, no stand can shake,
You've taken the leaf 'fore Spring turned it's fate
This World in Reality, is a soft kind of beat,
Guiding the Tempo, it'll take all you Reap
Until you're old, and broken, with no time to sleep...
This World in Reality is a soft kind of beat,
This World in Reality is a cruel place to be;
This World in Reality is a soft kind of beat.
