Awake and see!
All around you they crawl to infest
Mind and spirit
Is hidden where no one would expect
Considered as a sacred gift to take pride in
(by) Rotten souls!
Who hide behind a polished mask faking
Goodness and smiles.
Now I’m pushed to the boundaries…
Of my serenity
Is waiting for those
Who can think for themselves
The world is your mind
And your mind is yours
A million voices are torturing your brain
Distorting senses, casting a slumber upon your eyes
Promising heaven, promising truth,
Taking control of an innocent soul
Stand on your own,
And find a way to enlightenment
Do not let the vultures fly circling ‘round you
Is it really that fucking hard to just remain serene?
You won’t shape my grave