Death Individual Thought Patterns
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
