Disorder

In the masks that we wear
Everything starts to die.
We have stitched our eyes shut
So we are forced to hear the lie.

Our bodies are just tools
Our brains have become ash.  
They make us what they need
Then toss us all like trash.    
 
Hopeless and blind
We carve smiles on the dead.
This way we can hide the truth
And feel better in the end.

Why can't anyone see
That this is our societies disorder.
That we are all just sheep
In line for the slaughter.