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!"