Lost and Found

Hearts weren't meant to break Smiles are everything we fake This picture of life, faded The edge of cruelty's knife, serrated Living, a chore we'd rather not face Our pain with pleasure we'd wish to replace Sanity arranged with demonic feelings Our decaying bodies we want under fallen celings Life wasn't meant to be this complex We're born, we die, in between we have sex We're put on this earth to procreate Not suffer as hell as our fate Suffer in silence, as the doctors prescribe Into a depression we willingly dive The pills they supply will keep us bound Until the day that we are found