Slave - Illdisposed

A slave to impulse

Set your desire on fire

Can’t take your eyes off the flame

And all you dream of is fame

Bleed the eyes that victimize — a cannibal, an animal

Your feigned compassion slips with every word that passes your lips

Where then where will we be when there’s nothing left to heed

You are not your compassion — so much thought with such little action

How does it feel to know that everything you can do

Has been done before so many times before

How does it feel to know that everything you can say

Has been said before so many times before