Tongue in Cheek -

Wave your arms and scream, I promise it will

Not end the suffering

Fist fucked, raw throat

Swallow your views till I choke

So don’t preach to me

I can’t believe for the sake of believing

And I won’t fucking pretend

To heal your wounds with my hands

Like sheep from the herd, gather in groups

For comfort

Crowded mind left alone to hold its

Own blindfold

Covering up the inner rot that only

The blind man can see

The real serve as company

The only real company

Yeah, I’ll believe what I choose to believe

Every choice is driven by fear

This holy war has been set on

Your closed minds