Many are running to & fro

Others simply don't know where to go?
Still some have accepted vice as the plausible norm
Then there our others who curse the day they were born
Many still hide behind the false given garb in compromise

The spirit of the age is deception

Men our still lovers of pleasure more then lovers in God
The flesh is exalted to its status symbol land
Othesr just want to stick it to the man;
Still some carry on through the storms of life

Amidst the agony & given strife they will survive
Some just think from their tail not their head?
Others our simply better off being dead;
The day of deception is upon us

Our children will suffer for the experience
In morality drifting off to sea
The status symbol was just something make believe
Yet what do we hope to achieve?

A spirit of the age is deception
Marked on its blotted page alone
Running in circles in there lazy justifiable demeanor
The populace is getting cold & people are meaner!