RANDOM
by Muffin-M'Randa Jones

Population conglomeration
And the multiplication
Of stupidity at the hands of those who do the manipulation.
And when will there be any restoration?
Our minds have all been killed by the isolation
Of our senses.
We are senseless, and without sense
We are defenseless.

We are all distorted and contorted.
And if we fly for fun we might get aborted,
From the happiness and security
Of our mental states
Are minds are fucked, are we all just mistakes?

And this is not the right scene
Better get a road map outa here cause the
discombobulated lost-ness is getting obscene.

Bow down to me cause I am queen,
I am Muffin, you will never fucking forget me.