I Only kill myself In Small Amounts

It's all in your head

Your vain little head

I'm fed up with your righteousness

You bore me to death

You believe in your freedom

But jump if required

Your pathetic reality

Is to slave and expire

You're purposely dumb

And your logic is blind

You couldn't handle the truth

It wouldn't fit in your mind

You live in a dream

In an illusion of light

You're just dust on a shelf

Out of voice, out of sight