The poison seeps
Into the minds of the weak
They all follow
Their meaningless lives overcome them
They are just wasted time

Blindly they accept
The lies of their seemingly perfect world
Until they become numb
And the poison becomes their happiness

I have lived their life
I have told the lies
But the poison burnt me
Instead of controlling me
It has turned me against the living dead
I refuse not to question
What others accept
And the poison forsakes me
Leaving me alone

When I look I see
Nothing but those who mindlessly follow
They take their pills and smoke their drugs
So that they can escape from their poison
But it is temporary
They need what kills them
They want to slowly die
I watch and am sickened
Their fake smiles and plastic friends

Praise those who are alone
They are the ones who are really alive
They have rejected their poison
They see reality as it really is
Not as it is painted for them
They are the ones who really feel
And because of this they are hated