Their minds are about as closed as this noose

"Look at your horizon,
If you keep walking toward it,
You'll run into the sun"

As I sweep
Through myself
With my buzzed eyes.
My buzzed charisma
Is the facade hiding
My true eyes,
They're pulsing now
And full of red
But my eyelids,
When my eyelids blink
They unveil
My true eyes,
The ones that want
To be sealed.

Because you becloud me,
Because I becloud me,
Because this noose
Is just your mouth
Closing around my neck.
Yes, but it's not just your words,
It's mostly my judgement
That transmute
Your problems with me
Into my problems with me.

No one else will kick the stool
Out from underneath, but ME.
It is my deed, my cross,
My doing, and my thought!
But with your words,
What makes you think
That I'll make it to the sun?