I can’t even cry
As I hear you weep
Buried under all
The secrets you keep
The voice in your head
That says you should be dead
Spilling out of you
At every seam
And as I put my arm around you
I hear its presumed peace persuade
Working in your brain saying
“All you do in life is fade
Fade away from crowds, away from sounds
Fade away from silence
As they’re buying out your violence
Humans were never made to be happy
So just give up now, please make it snappy as I
Burden your brain with images of pain that protrude out of modern society”
As it turns you into a proprietary
Owned by the choice
Death for a voice
As you sulk there in the sadness
That follows up the madness
That makes the rhyme rejoice.