Vulture

Stressing the fracture

Breathing brings pain

Though infinity remains

Strength is gone

Provoke the confrontation

Building strain burning combustion

Everlasting stain

Hunt begins, over time

Inching closer the pray am I

Then divide, circle low

Into the system vultures go

Lashing out at those who are pure

You stare right through me

The dull rusty edge

That has become my mood

You are sold you bought the mold

And now your eyes see only

The place you think I hold

In the machine

That owns your sold

I defy your sunken mind

To judge me by your own design

Hypocrite laughter, averted gaze

You drift through life in robotic

Haze

Breeding, slowly shaping

Manipulating, twisted shape

Conforms

Now locked in motion of the blind

When did they start

To mold your thoughts

Trained to be one of many

When did you shut off

Questions in your mind

Betray yourself and fall in line

Where status now dictates the rule

Loss of all hope, failed source

The hardened mold constricts

What once was free

Society's victim, you

You choke on yours

I'll choke on mine

To your hypocru­sy you're blind

Below the surface

Who do you despide

Your feeble self stripped of their lie