I Loathe

I am the thorns that pierce you
I am the leaves that heal
I am the thorns that guide you
I am the pain that heals
I am the thorns that pierce you
I am the leaves that heal
I am the thorns that guide you
I am the pain that heals
It is lies that we seek
Illusions that we need
The only way to survive
Is humbly closing our eyes
I loathe
The dumbing down, manipulation
Decry
The tools of the trade that make us kneel
I fear
The end of the circle, the all-in-vain
Detest
What you sell as the truth, as critical thought
No more
I will swallow your waste, your selfless Is
From what you preach to survive
We are the thousand thorns
We are the thousand leaves
Sound the call to arms
There will be no relief
Disdain
Remains a reward I can’t reject
Again
I lack what I need to adapt
Must I corrupt my soul to get inside?
Must I derange myself to stay intact?
Must I corrupt myself to get inside?
If I earth myself, does it all end?
We are the thousand thorns
We are the thousand leaves
Sound the call to arms
There will be no relief