Diseased masses
Lusting for a cure
Drugged, vulnerable
Hopelessly unsure
But faithful in lies
Lies they live
Lies they sell
They vend redemption,
Heaven, hell,
Faith is a façade And the sickened think they’re strong
Addict-slaves to tragedy-
No irony they’re wrong
Anthropomorphic fairy
Residing in the sky
Shoot me up with promises
And watch me slowly die
Standing on the railing
Peer far down below
Will my angel save me now?
There’s a simple way to know
Jump – I dare you-
Jump- I dare you-
Do I scare you?
Jump.
I dare you.
D i s T o R t i O n a T E d
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