So quick to judge, so easily we forget,

What it's like to be dissected

Where feelings are tossed aside



Like a drug it feeds the imagination of minds that go unanalysed

Followers to the leaders of mass hypnotic corruption

That live their lives only to criticise



Where is the invisible line that we must draw to create individual thought patterns



Prisoners of mental deception be free within singular judgement

Twisting words to control the masses

To cover up one's self insecurities



Like a drug it feeds the imagination of minds that go unanalysed

Followers to the leaders of mass hypnotic corruption

That live their lives only to criticise