I Loathe

I am the thorns that pierce you

I am the leaves that heal

I am the thorns that guide you

I am the pain that heals

It is lies that we seek

Illusions that we need

The only way to survive

Is numbly closing our eyes

I loathe

The dumbing down, manipulation

Decry

The tools of the trade that make us kneel

I fear

The end of the circle, the all-in-vain

Detest

What you sell as the truth, as critical thought

No more

I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is

Refrain

From what you preach to survive

We are the thousand thorns

We are the thousand leaves

Sound the call to arms

There will be no relief

Disdain

Remains a reward I can't reject

Again

I lack what I need to adapt

Must I corrupt my soul to get inside?

Must I derange myself to stay intact?

Must I corrupt my soul to get inside?

If I earth myself, does it all end?