These Versions Of Us

I won't let you write the script anymore

Can't play this game, I can't be your whore

But my dear even on your best day you are a slave

To your needs,wants, your lovers...all night and day

What about philanthropy, courtesy and Humanity?

When did I exchange all this for my constant vanity

Go on you can pretend to mourn over the defenseless

You can delude yourself into assuming you're helpless

You're wrong because I am a citizen of a peaceful nation

I've been celebrated all over on countless occasions

You are nothing but a hypocrite, a cheat, a decoy 

All the same, here to capitalize and then destroy

But the war within the surface refuses to desist

The torment, the suffering, the torture fails to shift

We are all walking carcasses of our yester disasters 

Of our horrid tragedies and sometimes laughter