I need to reach that state
of mindless sedation
to dull my impulses
of wanton predation
We’re all agents of chaos
we get to wear masks
So polite, aren’t we?
It depends who one asks
No one tells you anything
if you don’t want to hear
When no one can be honest
leaves only suspicion and fear
My truth serum is amber
it comes in a bottle green
enabling me to say anything
so you’ll know exactly what I mean
While others are prescribed to doses
meant to dull their thought
and leave them feeling envy
for things that others have got
For they could not have earned these rightly
It simply isn’t fair
Any falsehood to be forgiven
if it’s meant to show they care
These charlatans are so busy
setting all wrongs right
Incapable of understanding
when others put up a fight
These are useful idiots
meant to act as some others’ shill
They still have not discovered this
and I suspect they never will
