String left to fray

I'm just another puppet lost in a crowd.
You pull my strings
Force me down
Sell me out
And blind me with conformity.

My scars all just nothing to you.
these memories..
These vendettas I write in my skin.
All just something you call a sin.

You bend me over
Tell me to pray
But, I would rather be just another string left to fray.
Its the only thing that's worked anyway.

Burn me with this crucifix
Leave me lying on the concrete
You wanted me to give in
Be just as screwed up as you
I've found my own way
So far I'm just a string better left to fray.

I've lived my life in many shades of grey.
Your so called "light" can't lead the way.
I'm fading away.
Day by day.

Every path I follow muddy and hollow
I wallow in this black abyss and choose not to follow
I'm not blind but, overly exposed.
Ill push my fingers in my eyes to feel one last time
My eyes are desolate and cold to the one you follow.

You bend over and pray.
Break into pieces and conform to society
Neal down and plead to the one bringing you down

Your so called light is dim and faded.
The words you say just fill the air
I might as well be hearing impared.
Ill never care, I'm dead with stone cold
apathy
The only thing ill contribute to your society is rebellion, and blastphomy.
Live a life of conformity?
Live a life in your so called light?
Id rather die.
So its safe to say im just another string left to fray.