Cult

I observe the monsters
There all the same to me
There's no difference no reaction no belief
Nothing can salvage my mind now
Im far to seperate from the rest now
Watcher from a distance
I mistake them for an instance
I lose control and fake an interest
They take over and Im left nothing
Not original unique or stunning
Join in the zombies heard
Now my soul can not be cured
Far to stupid to concern
Far to comfortable to return.

Reviews

[Andrew Augustine]

I thought this was a very well insight on the world and the influence of others on society. Good idea.