Life is noncommittal,
as I watch the dripping spittle;
fall out of the mouth of the bower,
life is noncommittal.
People divorcing,
others enforcing;
Traditions terms destroyed,
Evil, through the world is coursing.
World’s falling into parts,
Girl’s rippin’ out guys’ hearts;
Broken & destroyed – they leave home annoyed,
We’re rejecting the olden Arts.
It’s time to turn around,
We’re rippin’ up the ground;
Pulling the earth’s heart out,
& turned it into a killin’ ground.
The flowers sing of the end,
As the trees chant with the wind;
the earth is dying
n’ crying;
& people are heading for a dead-end existence!
We’re filling the world with pestilences
peace & love’ll never return
until the world has burned!!!
wil becker
1993
