Endless conversations
Circle my content head
Filled with yelling and whispers
About something that must be said
Because we live to hear
About stories that must be told
And as happy as we get
Somebody’s dignity has been sold
Schadenfreude
How great it is to feel
Like we’re intelligent enough
To not live such a life so real
We feel we live up in the clouds
And we look down with such disgust
How we love to watch these little ants
Who can act so different from us
Lets shine our magnifying glasses
Make them burn in their shame
That makes them so different from others
Which in turn makes us all the same
But I don’t know where I fall into
If I’m an ant or a man
And my stomach feels like shit
Thinking that I should give a damn