To The Bone

Misanthrope to the bone, still I hide among my enemies
Loyal to the art, the community at my service
I raise the questions, yet they function as orders
A degrading observation seeing how weak their will can be

You are a slave to mental whipping!

Trapped within a vacuum where there are no second thoughts
For whom who are involved, life is indeed the longest walk
In numbers by the tables we are seated
Yet alone for we have discovered that the lie we lead is not our own

Allow yourself to growl

Sunjugated and battered
Still you cling to the nature of this cause
And the instruments of mental dissection are digging deeper the grave of flesh that is meant for you
Not even reaching six feet, still you are practically dead

The abyss is shouting night at you!
The darkness has lost its meaning!

Against it's boils there ain't no cure, once contaminated
This pest will be a natural forced act of defence
Not even modern days science can charge it contents
For the mind is stronger when insane

Who holds the future when all scientists have gone mad?