"Blood Thirsty"

It all Makes sense, nothing makes sense. Money makes cent's, cents of little sense, nothing makes a difference, in a world of madness, surrounded by sadness, death and madness, nothing makes a difference when all is frail and tragic, it's all nonsense, cannot process "altcntrldelete" I want to leave their fleet, swept me off my feet, inside of me delete, my life is Obselete, and that is what's so neat, it's really quite a treat, this blissful retreat, bent to defeat, I am knee deep, Tragically neat, practically a dead beat, dying on the street, no relief of summer's heat, , hip and too sweet, my greatest feat, I left my feet, elevated, motivated, Hate evade it, love infiltrated, for love I traded, all that I hated, yet to be as motivated, felt bliss when I evaded, currupt and twisted, mind warped dillisuions, under impractical illusions, there is no solution, tactical mind movements, minor robotic improvements, Evil is booming, let's stop assuming, cut back on consuming, consider reusing, consider you're abusing, desperate, you amuse them, bloody feet, accept defeat, devil's dancing on the street, Blood thirsty culprits, they insult us, don't consult us, why do you assault us?