Death Therapy

Bleeding on the cold floor
No chance of being free
Exploited for the many
Who ignore all agony

A lack of understanding
The impact that you have
Treating your surroundings
As if they die for fun

Writhing in turmoil
The earth can no longer breathe
Creatures of innocence
Burn into history

Plague-ridden, this whole fucking society
Your reaction, poisons the family tree

I can't
Stand you
Don't you fucking look at me

I can't
Stand you
Don't you fucking speak to me

I see humans, but no humanity

Amounting pollution
Yet you stay blind to see
Selfish in nature
Let death be your therapy

Sometimes, I wonder, what you think of me?
Choices, so different, in a life of misery
Nothing in common, I despise your sense of self
Wrecker of joy, you think of no one else

I can't
Stand you
Don't you fucking look at me

I can't
Stand you
Don't you fucking speak to me

For certain, you'll be forgotten in the end

Falter in your footsteps
Tremble to your knees

Born a fucking coward
Die a fucking leech

Faceless vessels, torn from dignity
Mindless shells, devoid of empathy
Corrupted vision, dissonance of self
I see humans, but no humanity



Credits
Writer(s): William Robinson, Dominic Lewis, Todd Tombleson, Bec Thorwesten, Dustin Santos
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