cellblock of conformityelling
insecurities into deafened ears that twinge
swinging from threads of composure
stretching by the weight i place upon myself
drooping
stooping
lower than
i ever thought
i'd ever go

i've seen so many bound and gagged
heads down and groveling in the dirt
of a whorehouse we've labled society
and i've gone over the edge
of my meager sense of self control
to find myself feeding with the pigs
on the scraps of intelligence we throw
eachother

i'm a sinner too

stuffing my face with uncooked greed
harvesting societies parasites
disposing of them daily from filthy mouths
spreading the stench of sin
dripping
gripping
tighter than
i ever knew
i'd ever go

i've walked the path of the self-righteous
slapping down the hands outstretched
and lining my own velvet vault of varacity
i've stifled the shouts of those who cried out
to fulfill my own hoarse
prophetic
dillusional
rants
of a world i'll never quite understand

i've stepped astray
away
from who i know i should
be

i'm a sinner too

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