Iatrogenesis from Mental State by Skeletor

Not until they drag my battered corpse away
From following my blind illusions
I will stop opposing to what they say
I will be bent by their conclusions

'till then you all can fuck off
Tell all your stories to a person that pretends he wants to hear
How many times they sucked your cock off
And how much money you have spent to give your meaningless existence some veneer

See from the cradle on the damage's done
Externalizing blame is a reaction to be overcome
So from there on you can hope on
A little time to bring the smoldering pieces back in place
You have a chance to tie the rope on
Or take a final goddamn effort for we're all wiped off our putrid planet's face

Wasted my time again
By waiting for signs from the outside
Drawing near is the sense that there's nothing left worthwile to hide

While I cling on to fantasies of what should be
In sight now the end
As all hope of normality crumbles away
As we wear our fake smiles and pretend

Feels I've been here before
Time raping me like a treacherous whore
Feel nailed to the floor
No more

Circling drains as we're washed out to sea
What have these moments meant
Is there something sustained, made it's way to the mainstream
Of consciousness made up by me and my friends

No cure

To indifference
From the consequence
Of not making sense
Infected by violence

No cure

Our awaiting fate
This forsaken place
A misshapen face
'till the great escape

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