Saw a fight the other day
In the middle of the highway
Punches and groans
Breaking of bones
Some passed on as they didn't care
A few stood by and watched them swear
What happened later, I do not know
But one little thought, on my mind did grow
What makes a man
Rotten than a trash can
He turns into a monster, real quick
Is every single person, mentally sick
Is there a serpent, in every little dove
Is there poison, in all kinds of love
Waiting to strike
Like the Third Reich
Leaving many of us, refusing to believe
How something unforeseen, made us grieve.
Sleeping tyrants, in every little soul
Living on, in their peaceful role
Waiting to wake up
And fill up the blood cup
Leave them sleeping, until their last breath
And save many a life, from their gruesome death.
In the middle of the highway
Punches and groans
Breaking of bones
Some passed on as they didn't care
A few stood by and watched them swear
What happened later, I do not know
But one little thought, on my mind did grow
What makes a man
Rotten than a trash can
He turns into a monster, real quick
Is every single person, mentally sick
Is there a serpent, in every little dove
Is there poison, in all kinds of love
Waiting to strike
Like the Third Reich
Leaving many of us, refusing to believe
How something unforeseen, made us grieve.
Sleeping tyrants, in every little soul
Living on, in their peaceful role
Waiting to wake up
And fill up the blood cup
Leave them sleeping, until their last breath
And save many a life, from their gruesome death.