People

People
They are loved, hated, made, painted
They smile, lie, look, though they’re blind
They won't see me with closed eyes.
They won't see me if they open them
They won't see my spirit
People
Ashes, shreds, dreams, fears
They live, they disappear
They believe though lie
They cry though deceive.
They learned to control life
They can give it, they can take it
Constantly... Step by step...
People
Now medieval ages are history
No longer a mystery
Now they don’t need God
They don't need anyone to control them
They don't need good kings
They don't need salvation
They don't need me,
To your consideration
People
They don't need books
They don't need facts
Nor shit like that
They don't need themselves
They cut their skin
Bring the animals within
And no one cares
No one dares
People
They run faster, further
Who falls, is left behind
Who knows, keeps it in his mind
They don’t need your ideas
They don’t need you
They need your brain for surgery
And your soul for murdering
Then you’re free to go
And if you rot or die
They don't need to know.
People
So generous and loving
They need to hear what they want to hear
They need to shock and make a carrier
They need to be better than me
That's why they need to burry me
They need diseases
(That’s when they relax)
They need logic
They need pressure

They' ll make your thoughts obvious and portable
And welcome you to the mental hospital.