they bath in filth
they let it all down their throats
they hunger for more lies to believe
they make themselves feel weak but pleased

they all choose their own masters
they all lose their own eyes
they all suffer the same disorder
while they dont wake up and realize

they laugh and they cry but they dont think too wise
they are given pride and outfit of an angel
it makes them proud of their altars of love

dont bother me
you are nothing like me
dont bother me
you are not in the same world as me