Realistic Ideals

In hell of my own creation
Through to the tent of my imagination
Like a whipped ring-master of a flea circus
Take your opinions and destroy my esophagus

Pragmatic reasoning of actions
Heartless religious factions
Creativity stolen from the youth
Dogmatic ideas are your truth

Hatred bred unto the sheep
To live in fear of eternal keep
Lying becomes a paying business
Selling hope while stealing realness

Simple shelter for roots of wrong
I'm not sure, that rope looks long
Explanation of plantation determination
Never facing spiteful elation

Heaven brings me closer to you
Away from peace and towards the fool
Like a beaten elephant loosely tied to a stick
I'm not going anywhere, I've yet my trick