It's a symphony of tears
Orchestrated by those inner fears
Selling yourself this false progression
Inside that dingy house of oppression
Far too late for any private thought
Your secrets have already been bought
Tossed all reasoning into the trash
Now those actions seem quite rash
Running a muck, refusing to be tamed
Soon you'll be humbled, your body maimed
Blind yourself with delusion and doubt
Inner demons will rip their way out
Enslaved by heavy ropes my affliction
Life is bearable while living in fiction