the rage slowly burns
resentment for those who won't accept
me, not free, liberated and in goodwill

I can't accept my inadequacies
it's wrong otherwise
I have to control how i show up
no no,
stillness will be the death of me!

idiots, We ARE

icy
dead
imposters
overusing
their
senses

Fragmented, I hid my most precious parts
I won't surrender to the call within,
if i do, the pain of self betrayal will drown me

so i double down on zero pivots from human to soul,
my 5 senses now create a cage instead of a playing ground
when I see others free, the rage and resentment flairs up!
how dare they!
COME BACK INSIDE YOUR CAGE!!!!

the heaviness...oh, the heaviness.
my daily bread.
my sanctuary.

what a joy, to surround myself with i.d.i.o.t.s
pure ecstasy, bowing down to the cage, I belong
fear of being left behind, all alone, ohh I devote to you.
my pain, the living word
proof of sacred worthiness.

genuine pleasure, now extinct.
zero room for the devil's temptation.
my soul droughts from neglect

as I strut together in unison with my idiots!