To My Beloved Middle-Class Mass.

Stop the Earth I want to go out!
And let all past be buried where it was.
Enough of being part of silly crowd,
I can myself be consequences and the cause.

A happy smile, a pretty face at day
Is turned into a scary mask at night
When someone wants to leave and not to stay
For some unknown land - It is not right!

What is not right? And who the f*ck are you
To judge upon what is correct and not?
Stay a wise, patient member of the crew,
Die neat and clean without a single spot.

There isn't any way out for you
Because you haven't looked for it a bit,
Don't make the others lose their hope
In their try to quit this f*cking sh*t.