Lamb To The Slaughter

I'm not some fool that follows the crowd
I'm that of which stands back in the dark of my cloud
My bubble of which I hide away from everyone who lies
Laughing at them, sniggering as everyone of them dies

They never listened, they never learn't
So now their corpse' are now charred and burn't
I'll laugh at them in disgust
As i piss on them, like metal to rust
Their bodies will sizzle against my pisses touch
Damn, I thought I'd have been their crutch

You see I hate them all, the lot of this generation
They disgust me, they revolt me, a knife in my heart
They push it to penetration

I'm fed up with their lies, persistant fucking lies
The cretins, the insects, the "People" i despise
They repeat their words again and again
Invoking more mental pain

I thought their would be some hope
But all of which is lost
Burried away in bloody compost

Their worthless slaving ways now turn't to dust
Forgetting about them, well that's a must
But definite wills
Over-dosing on tramadol pills
In a foam of white
Laid on the floor
I died tonight

I'm fed up with listening to repugnent fools
Using each other like their tools
They lie, they cheat, they whine, they steal
They use, they hurt, they demand to feel
Feel some form of relevant need
That of which no-one will feed

And so it comes down to me
The innocent, the frail, the lost and dead
To lay down on the guillotine,
HAVE I LOST MY FUCKING HEAD?
The blade didn't descend, but I feel no more
More useless, more fucked than an abused whore
So that they can feel pleasurable about themselves
So they put their next victims heads upon their shelves
But I say no, despite my loss, despite my pain
I say no to their gain
They use, they abuse,
I refuse.

I refuse to fall under their horde
Their sheepish ways
To the end of their line
TO the end of their days.

Society is filled to the brim with sheep that assume if they follow the trends they'll gain some form of moral-justice.
That they'll gain some form of better reputation.
But in this haze of lies they show, they forget who they are and become the animals and monsters that they claim me to be.
I suffer due to my past and many other indifference's I share with everyone and because of that I'm nothing alike to anyone.
But I will be a monster if I am labelled as one.
GLADLY.
Because the shit people persistently throw at me and put me through.
Well, they've created their own monster.