Tongue in Cheek

Wave your arms and scream, I promise it will
Not end the suffering
Fist fucked, raw throat
Swallow your views till I choke
So don’t preach to me
I can’t believe for the sake of believing
And I won’t fucking pretend
To heal your wounds with my hands
Like sheep from the herd, gather in groups
For comfort
Crowded mind left alone to hold its
Own blindfold
Covering up the inner rot that only
The blind man can see
The real serve as company
The only real company
Yeah, I’ll believe what I choose to believe
Every choice is driven by fear
This holy war has been set on
Your closed minds