No Doubt

There is no question, in my mind, 

Human's more messed, than a skunks behind. 

We're lacking feelings, we're truly ill, 

so when we talk of "healing", we'd best get real. 

It's more clear, than A B C, 

but the depths of our fear, is what blinds us, see. 

Such fear and doubt, accounts and summing, 

we're crying out, for a SECOND COMING. 

We've gone insane, & living in a fiction, 

yes we're in pain, beyond description. 

There's something's odd, about us man,

'ts like we're Waiting for God, to take our hand, 

Yet something's special, but something's f****d, 

some chemicals, we badly lack. 

We reach 'maturity', -we reach 4 drugs. 

What is the cure, & where is the love?? 

Held to a memory, of another time, 

hopes for a remedy, that will make us shine. 

Oh how we splendor, we think we're on it, 

we all remember, that's what's ironic. 

We wanna glow, like the brightest star,

we all know who we really are. 

Intellectual savages, know not how, 

if we're not brain damaged, then shoot me now.