There poor rotting corpses, lie beneath the sun br We all know they’re there, yet nothing is done br Ghastly smells of violence, rape the air br Cold hearted murderers are out there br Nothing is done, nothing is said br We’ll fight the vicious, we’ll hand our head br Everyday people die br No thought is spared for those who cry br Tears of joy or devastation br What this world lacks is appreciation br Life is not precious, just a burden to live br We take what we can but forget to ever give br And love is a meaningless four letter word br Used so fluently by the little boy and girl br And we’re all soon to die and say goodbye br I hope that we choke on all our riches br This world id full of Bastards and Bitchesbr br Emily Moorebr br