Pain

Pain inflicted with these dead hands
My is life rotting in the right direction
As my cold gray eyes glare upon self destruction

Blissful ignorance of the common life
Forever to be slaves as their will to think becomes obsolete
And the relapse of deceit begins

Crying myself awake while dreaming
My pain is only just sleeping
In your world of dreams

Perfection of the human race
This emotion minority
Religious parasite
Crucifixion of all hopes and dreams

They stand hopeless and waiting for a reason
Quelled by their vacant morals and artificialy induced hatred
Minor insecurities will rape our minds