Vanity کے بول

I'll strike it if I don't like it Give me a crowd and then we'll have ourselves a riot I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder And I'm getting bolder Let's deny, and in vain Let's destroy and re-create a billion strains And when the joke of poverty's majority is upon us Grovel and decry our vanity Disgraced to face our own humanity In a world that mocks our tragedy Under-aware and impaired Terrified by nature's fucking stare Hear our voices significance behind our animal kin? On which we're to defend such vanity Isolated with our own inanity Entangled by our cowled gravity Disgraced to face our own humanity