Awarded, Sent Home.

Isnt it funny?
on one hand they award me
on the other they screw me

so how come you're so calm
theres not a single sound
surfing through and over the waves

isn't this what you wanted
maybe didn't want it like that
what's wrong with you mankind
you dont know what you want.

Humans

what kind of sick human beings are we?
spend all your precious time trying to destroy me,
what kind of sick human beings are we?

Write my epitaph when I've died , make a Facebook page to remember, throw nothing but praises at all the good that I did, 

shed tears over me or your laughter, all when I'm dead and gone and not there to see. 

what kind of sick human beings are we?
spend all your precious time trying to destroy me,
what kind of sick human beings are we?

And while I'm alive, fight me, hurt me, break me down, plot against me, spend your precious time trying to destroy me, what kind of sick human beings are we?

what kind of sick human beings are we?
spend all your precious time trying to destroy me,
what kind of sick human beings are we?