Profile of Us

These people are the people to die to
The kind of people that follow through
With believes half-hazard and blue
Grey and white, with nothing new

These people are warms kinds of you
Salt with no meaning, fit for the fool
Lifestyle change, no point for these rules
Every answer you pencil in mind is true

These people are nothing, so many amongst so few
A crowd under a single, small roof
It's no longer a question of just what's and who's
It's the matter of your hands, what will they do

These people are told that they are roots
To the true image of nothing, just "phew's"
When day comes for eternal review
Out like stale coffee, they will be spewed

These people are those you see in image true
The ones looking straight back at you
When you comb your hair, lips of different hues
These are people that we are too