Bitter

Shame is such a plain way to describe this state

And every forked tongue displays your intentions

With every forked tongue a way to ascension but

All is not well in this world we've created so bitter and jaded

Again with the same rusted routines we make

Does every forked tongue seem as unrelenting

As power as pressure, every gluttonous pleasure you seek

All is not well in this world we've created

It's over, you've fucking wasted it