Clustered by devious hands - by propaganda Bewildered by poisonous tongues of self-deceit Laughter - screams of hate - of no great meaning Mental suicide - well covered by thieves And as the darkness surrounds your mind You are already anaesthetised Your mind is on the anvil A tool without consciousness Roll on your back - stand still Human mental nothingness You fade away - slowly A troop with no devotion Myopic minds - scorn me Mental mass sestruction "Evil is what you're programmed to despise Hatred is what eats you from inside Your ha te is set free, yet not controlled by you You may believe you're true, but you belong to me!"