Wounded
Fear is the truth
To make us move
And to conform
Who has the proof
That we should use
Our strengths for good
Bury your twisted mind
Hide behind your darkest spot
Anger surges over me
My thoughts are now a blaze
Nothing gives me pleasure
But killing you today
My wounds aren't here for show
These wounds are deeper
Than skin and bone
Your pills only amplify
The sickness in my mind
Imagine all the nasty things
I could do when I'm high
Bury your twisted mind
Hide behind your darkest spot
Anger surges over me
My thoughts are now a blaze
Nothing gives me pleasure
But killing you today
My wounds aren't here for show
These wounds are deeper
Than skin and bone
How do you cope with a tortured few
When it's a free world
Why can't I do what I want to
Even though you may not agree
You can't see that we're all of no use
Think of it like this
I'm performing a function
Much like the government
Errors in creation
Genetic code written wrong
Some were, deleted
But a few were left
In the end the ones who feed
Will be the ones who grow
And the weakest among us
Will be food for those
Errors in creation
Genetic code written wrong
Some were, deleted
But a few were left