Manticora

Psycho's, freaks, beggars and thieves
The circus comes to town
Ugly sick and unclean; Pretending
That it is your own
Silently withering from disease
In arrogance
I watch you struggle on your knees
So, go back to the cardboard city
To the gutter and to your self-pity
Your destroyed life and malfunctioning mind
I won't enrich a contaminated swine
I'm never going to pity
You, begging in the streets
Living life in dream mirage disorder
To fulfil your needs
Desperately holding on to a vanity
A distorted sanity
"Hope has always been a drug for the lost
But the shattered remmants of life kill