Commonplace

The lies resound through

My manipulated mind

Everything is just

A perfect illusion

Concealing into confusion

The silence is deafening

The memory remains

Just the thought of it makes

My flesh crawl

The obsession to suffer

What about all the freaks?

Kneeling down on the face

Of commonplace

I refuse to be

This despicable beast

The threat has become real

The power has fallen

Into their hands

The demons overrun my soul

What does fate

Have in store for us?

A long and strange emotion

In a dark hole

The perpetual submission

What about all the freaks?

Kneeling down on the face

Of commonplace

I refuse to be

This despicable beast

I feel nothing but hate for him

Big brother has always existed

If you wish a picture of the future

Imagine a boot

Trampling human faces, eternally

What about all the freaks?

Kneeling down on the face

Of commonplace

I refuse to be

This despicable beast