statistics of society

A suffering ecstasy through pain and war
as in your face as the slamming of a door
a disgrace geniousity mistaken for lunacy
Pure bliss? found through a simple hallow commodity
what would you say if i could say more

If i said more would you listen at all
or would you write it off as another to fall
the vicariousness vesicates vexatiously as the fall becomes a leap
but the sympathy i feel is only in waking my pleasure lays in sleep
the whole society excretes is a hole to deep
what would you say if i said it all

In it all its societys hole of ecstasy pain and war
geniouses lunatics commodity's and more
sympathy lies society and there locked doors
i admit i idly watched society fall
what would you say if i said nothing at all