I look out I see a poison a wary fog spitting upon the world in waves of unbridled proportion

No one can notice not the general public anyway unclear,roasted,toasted told what's good and how to settle with yourself

Maching in the streets to the sound of cash and money in the name of someone whose using you as a pawn in their evil money grabbing game

No fearlessness no resolve nothing but soft body tissue and merciless disorders to boot, A culture that cut throat for the wrong thing waiting for the sweet doorbell with food and poison to ring

Driving...