Are There?

Are there even words
To express all this frustration
All this anger that keeps building
Where is the home that I should be missing

Are there enough drugs
To fill the void that keeps growing
And the emptiness of knowing
Dying insignificant in the dirt where we’re going

Is there enough we’re distracted by
All that bullshit like dvds and tv shows
shopping malls selling new uniform clothes
And theres question why we’re shoving powder in our nose

Are there any answers
When there aren’t even questions
For the hand dealt, the life were given
Are we even alive today cause this aint livin

Are we just a portrait in still life
A crude splatter of blood on canvas
Or are we blank slates waiting for our masters
Empty bodies quiescent on empty mattress’

Are there crosshairs on my back
If you know where to find that trigger
Cock it and pull it so you can deliver
My brains to the street just dont touch the liver