Today in an overweight society,
The type of society that deals anxiety,
Anxiety, anxiety, in this overweight society.

Today in an overweight society,
The type of society where diet pills are a normality,
Normality, Normality in an overweight society.

Today in the eyes of an underweight tragedy,
Influenced so greatly by an overweight society,
Tragedy, Tragedy, in an overweight society.

Influenced by a society of fatty foods,
Fear becoming a more common mood,
The fear of falling into the normality
The normality of this tragedy.
The overweight society.

Influence by obesity.
Striving to be what their minds see,
The minds of the children trapped,
Trapped by this overweight society.

Influenced by the skinny girls on TV
Only followed by ads showing fatty foods society demans you eat
Have a cheeseburger, upgrade to a large fry, yet still look like her, it's pounded in her mind.

Young minds believe what they see.
Morphed into the tragedy of society.
A society where eating disorders strive
A society where an 8 year old can consious you starve themselve to feel pretty.
The definition of pretty based simply on TV
Yet nobody questions this more than imperfect society.

Elementary ages childern being fed fat then forced to stand in front of a mirror.
Put a toy in poison and call it magic.
Oh yes, what a fantasy.
A fantasy forcing you into reality.

The reality becoming your worst nightmare.
The reality of your fears driven by society.
I'm overweight, yet pizza is the best choice for a happy family.

A society where mental illness strives.
Why can't people open their eyes?
Spoon feeding childern poison and expecting them to love themselves.

In school teachers force health into thier minds.
At home, parents feed them poison to save time.
Re-creating, reprogramming their fragile little minds, yet still expecting them to feel fine.

Feeling down?
Have a happy meal, gain a pound.
Overweight?
Shame, shame, you must maintain the image.
The image forced into your mind.
           This was our greatest fall.
           Upon dieting we call.
           Skelington stave me.
Anorexia at it's finest.
Anorexia thin and spineless.
Some call you timeless.
But only recently you made your debute.
Make me feel brand new.
Reprogram my mind.
Make me feel fine.
Thank God for thinsperation.
Oh Anorexia, my new inspiration.
Make me feel pretty.
Just like the skinny girls on TV.
Loosing pounds, one by one.
Still weighed down by a ton.
The weight of pleasing it.
The nightmare society created.
Influenced by what we see.
Finally morphed into the tragedy of the normality of this weight obsessed society.

No longer surrounded by gravity,
Hatred slipping from my smile,
All my feelings run dramatically,
You wont be hearing from me for a while.

Everyone annoys me,
All the ******* that they say,
In my mind i am free,
Just want them all to go away.

I'm told to fear the strangers,
But that doesn't make sense to me,
I feel I'm stranger then most strangers,
Weird as weird as it can be.

As i grow older in this body,
Each experience ages me,
My memories feel forgotten,
I do not know what I believe.

Uncomfortably inconsistent when,
Phazing in and out of focus,
One second two steps infront then,
Back to being clueless and hopeless.

The road i am blindly strolling down,
Is dark and very unclear,
Clouded with white but no sound,
No intentions will appear.

Save yourself, the message is clear,
Screaming save yourself to you,
Just work hard and save this here,
Do it for you meaning me too.

Along a road in solemn solitude went me.
Until voices came inviting me to a tree with no guile.
I was very tempted to instantly agree,
Because they insisted I could rest under for a while.

Along a road in solemn solitude went me.
Finding myself near another broad leaf.
In this lonely desert where exile was free,
And I just wanted to find myself some peace.

Was it a sin for exile to lie in the shade,
Or better yet to be the shade itself.
You tell me as you look at my shade that was forbade,
Isn’t it pleasant even when our leaders promised Hell if.

Next to a road in solemn solitude hung me,
Each passerby looked and quickly did not.
As my body cast shade from top branches of that tree.
Not finishing my road because I’d been caught

I had much to do and much to see,
But here I am instead relaxing in the hanging tree.
I had much to do and much to see,
But instead now I have peace and sway in the breeze.

Someone came to disturb my easy peace.
They cut the strands I considered tendons and ligaments.
My friend would not accept my chosen release.
Attacking the branch connected to me, it was snapping and bent.

Releasing me and and the pent up oxygen.
She blew lively breath into my deprived lung.
After the hell my body and mind had been in
I was glad to see your face, in my mind your beauty was flung.

Down a solemn road in company went she and me.
She had saved me from that hanging tree.
Down this dusty road we went hand in hand.
Her hand and breath saved so we could live on this desert land.