AnalogX

People die, when world's collide
Problems build, it's suicide
Some try so hard, so many fail
And in the end, our world's a jail...

Life is a book, we cannot read
The world around us, is ruled by greed
What once was bright, now grows pale
And in the end, our world's a jail...

People search, but cannot find
Their sanity, or peace of mind
They close our coffins, and pound the nails
But in the end, their world's a jail...