The Abolition Of Mankind
words/music – Trey Yip

Breathtakingly brilliant a writer of fiction
a book of poems to carry along with him
the human divide the line in the sand
this detached soul the depressed man
string theories, dark matter, the death of the sun
you can love her so much and then shes gone
a history of mankind, all death and filth
genocide suicide greed empires and pills
green pills, blue pills, pink and red
pure white powder to rip through your head
hallucinate and fornicate, pay with gold coins
diet plans , viagra, magazines and porn
pop psychology says “there's nothing to fix”
you don't work the red light, but you still turn tricks
congress men lawyers presidents and priest
covered in sex and covered in greed
you're not righteous, not one bit and neither am I
you're coming up aren't you?, let me see your eyes

the wretched history of mankind but who's to blame
we'll string him up by his neck, just give me a name
is it Hitler? Or Stalin? Or The devil himself?
The Romans? The communists? Or Americas wealth?
The system? The man? Or is it rap music
is it cocaine? Or facebook ? Or Phillip Morris
we've seen it all? Haven't we You and I
and to get what we want but sometimes we have to lie
we've smoked it, we've bought it, we've drank it dry,
if they filmed it I watched it and put my fingers inside
paid for it? Stole it? This the smokers cough
to serve yourself? Or use her just to get off
she says "it good to feel high" , just like anything at all
I need meaning , this cubical is a fucking brick wall
the cell phone, the automobile , the Internets a tool
technology, progress, a human race of fools
kill for it? Gamble. Fight to the death
its all over your hands, I can smell it on your breath

the abolition of man, the lose of the self
but if you try, you can still her the bells
the places you have not been, there's meaning and truth
there's books to read , and there's art too
the gardens to plant, and stories to find
look at your watch, now is the time
if you search long and hard, you'll find it I swear
and if you don't, you'll dying fighting, on your feet like a man
it might be in buried in the ocean or in dark side of town
or ii Oklahoma in the songs of a rodeo clown
or a train in Deli or in your wife's kiss
a cathedral Spain or a place like this
or at someones death bed, the look in there eyes
the warmth of a fading hand, just to be at there side
wel tell them they're loved, tell them their worth
tell them the gospel you've seen and the gospel you heard
the birth of child , the joy and the fear
the coming home of a son, darling hes here