cult

 
insulted silence my thoughts turn black
your stitched mouth lies without saying anything
a culted script yes I recognize your power to sway
grieving the soul you lighten them of their power

they gladly hand it over to you
of course too much responsibilty makes them cower
and you appear to know the way out of the gloom

leading them deeper into the fog
down a labyrith of deception
the women frightened stay close to your charisma

while the men fight unseen demons
born of their guilt and fears
the men each find themself alone
no one to back these wraiths off them

children of dread forgotten by society
not to mention the best their parents could offer
was another martini after dinner
reeking of alcohol they whisper
this is the secret of life
don't look to hard you will only be disappointed

so when some hustler came along
you were the first to go
and it didn't matter where

dying to your pride
you become one of the many
disillusioned teens
lost to the madness