D.V.C. - Sick With Experience

Listen to your elders, don't live for yourself
You already know everything, sing of their pleasures
And grow old, not knowing what you may have felt
Time, it passes
The world, it spins
Temptation of flesh, lying under the trees
While the fetus hands high above
Anxiety's on the loose, slip your head through the noose
Pray life is what living was
Foolish old man, his brain changed by time
Knows not where he once did stand
Leading the world, unaware of the sadness
And when aware he couldn't care
Oblivious
Controlling the masses
Above the sins, shake the sickness
Brought by the wickedThe scholar makes sense of it all
Sick with experience, pucking up bile
The taste of another day
Preaching the stance, daily life is the test
Searching in time for warm sunny days, life is your maze
Not good enough is your best, not good abd not bad
All are hell-bent killing and ying
To hell they're sent crying of unfair descent