Bulimia

Bumerangue

This is Planet Earth where I throw a boomerang
Human race lives here in a fake ilusion
In a neverending drama
Here they discriminate the prostitutes, but no one stops to think
That submissive housewives are just the same
Edging chaos, always marching
There is the rational race, killin, shitting, wipping with money
Until one day a superior life concedes the human euthanasia
They cage animals, not allowing them to fly
Testify their agony just get pleasure from their singing
Business men hang theirselves in their suits, no time to feel the heat
Hurried life, tasteless life, worthless
Mass suicides, like Order of the Solar Temple
Always called crazy, as if they had nothing to question
Would they be something deep?
Would it be banal?
Would they be just people who woke up?