under life

The Day's the night's blur to one, and so the years went by up in smoke and with a cry, now under the moon I rage and hate lives on, it lives well and lives freely and it's every where I go, it comes with a smile and it comes with a laugh, I see it on the face's in all the races, I see it in their minds if only it were a bad dream... but under life the worse is the norm, shuffled along singing a song every one slaves to their grave, all for the rich all for the rape...