Real knowledge fondles the mind
Real men take to what's kind
But little does he know he's blind
because he's let ******* define

What he perceives as genuine
And now he's forced to take medicine
because he crumbles under adrenaline
from the mixed concepts of feminine

However he stays so addicted
to the industry that restricted
his perspective and made him submissive
He doesn't even know hes a victim

And blames his inability on his head
As his confidence hangs dead
But he will not speak of it for word will start to spread
So every time he finds love he begins to dread

the nighttime, and the blankets
so now he has cuts to remind us
that to his lover he is useless
with his only use to fill a casket

He turns to the bottle and simulation
Because that's the only way he gets stimulation
But for the last hes felt frustration
For he's given in to his own damnation