To Percieve and Mislead....

 Jolly little dancing twitching people
You feign your joy to recreate the pain
Lifting illusions for the truth that hides
Though truth is fiction when in my eyes.

Psychotic
Murderer
Homicidal
Maniac
How many words can you slap onto an object
Before it becomes fed up with it's identity?

Pry open your tear ducts and let the salt flow
For that is all you seem to know.
You must enjoy the tang of your own anger
For it's all you seem to taste on your palate.

Blind lot filled with inoperable parts.
They only shut themselves down without my help
So I refuse to be the mechanic who is blamed
For all their faulty wiring.

Making so much sense in a world of senselessness
This is all I seem to do.
However to you I'm just a label I suppose
Not that I care to trifle with your absurdity.

Maybe if you think for a minute.
Remember the hows and whys of previous actions
That made you think this way.
Authority loves to exaggerate for you.

Though, since you put an organ into the mix
Your 'insight' tend to become irregular now and then.
Get back to me on that when it stabilizes
When you can think within your thick skull.

I won't become upset with them
Merely sigh at the utter ridiculousness at their actions.
So go ahead and believe in the truth-lies-truth.
You'll be stuck on the top, where the ignorant are.