The lonely boy rejects propaganda
Scouring around with blood red eyes
Nobody spares him a glance
Nobody looks past conformity
He opens his mouth to speak
But nothing can be heard
Nobody bothers for his words
Nobody cares beyond conformity
He sits in his bedroom with his father's revolver
Nobody extends him a hand
Nobody grants him a soul
They label him
They say he rejected conformity
They say he should have asked for help

The masked man rejects propaganda
Scouring around with blood red eyes
But only beneath a blood red mask
Alone in an isolated world
Slowly cleaning his wounds with ether
Because as painful it is to reject propaganda
To reject conformity
At least the ether will guide him through it
Out of conformity
And into the darkness