Hemophiliacs as a Race

A catastrophic, concrete and plastic playground
Life dwells through a meager neon tube of its past
Rusty, blue skies paint the mood of a generation

A rotting system as crumbly as a society
Evangelistic rape of masses never fails
People connected by stains they can only blame on others

A utopia of power always transferred to the next of needless
Rivers of knowledge, still flowing, drowned by oceans of entertainment
Education mandated, sedated, memorization doesn't go out of style

A place incapable of a ruthless "peace"
Slicing a gash in here cause much excitement
Although nothing has ever stopped the bleeding