The Rhythm

To believe have no mistakes
Not believing are for those who are unknown to the truth

SYSTEM

Mayhem is the faction
Nonsense to the unsatisfaction
The life of homelessness
is unworthy to the conscience

How did it start?
Who was the heart?
To tell when it begin
And when will it end

We heard the same explanation
Indifferent expression
Still the destitute cries
Even those who’ve been denied

Twice a year, every bye-season
What about the other two
Are they lost without reason?

Starvation won’t cease
Even if the populations decrease
Nobody can explain the rhythm
You can beat the system