Sacrificial CattleMature

"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends. They're in my head, I'm so ugly, that's okay 'cause so are you." - Nirvana "Lithium"

"We're the poison in your human machine" - The Sex Pistols "God Save The Queen"

The voice within my head hath forsaken me for someone new who didn't force the

Medication down their raw throats; it's time for the hard stuff; cliffs formed of discarded delusions stare down into your nest of

Broken needles, I love these tunnels of light, I lurk in the darkness that devoured all of your

Cattle psychologists, they drown in their own conformity, I'm not you and you're not yourself,

I'm not you, but I'm sure as hell not



Don't patronise me, your man in the sky can't judge me, I'm untouched and

Normal has yet to molest me in its too-clean hands and cute little labelled boxes;

I'm a freak of nature 'cause I keep my eyes wide open all through your people-driven

Bullshit parade.


Peel off the façade, your eyes are full of scum, here let me

Gouge them from your head, you don't appear to be

Using them anyway; I adore the irony of you wanting them to "be themselves"

While you sell your children into lifelong slavery of a suicide-system you don't understand.

The End

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