In Ignorance They Trust
By: Devin Cade

Founded furies is what we’re all about,
Misguided freaks trapped in a state of doubt.
Torn to mental shreds, who the fuck could care?
Just a slew of assholes that point and stare.

They call us crazy and socially unjust,
Like clowns in a circus, "entertainment a must."
People laughing, others crying,
A soap opera whirlwind with someone lying.

It’s all one big fucking game,
Total opposites trying to act the same,
Finding comfort in little phrases of excuse,
If excuses are like bleeding, the world is perfuse.

Explain your relevance, where’s your purity?
Don’t make me laugh, look at the absurdity.
Your self image is a figment of illusion,
Excuses of pettiness, brought on by seclusion.


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