I can hear you thoughts,

The are not kind.

Your dreaming of shots,

I don’t want to read your mind.

Your thoughts are violent,

You want to hurt that cheater.

You are not sane, not quiet,

You are a violent beater.

Then your humanity takes hold.

You realize you’re okay,

You fall into a brand new mold,

Then you move on, don’t stay.

Butterflies and caterpillars,

They flood your brain.

You deny they are natures killers.

Your brain is a mix of insane.

From tomorrows brunch

To who you’ll fight tonight,

Your mind twists in a bunch.

Your eyes flicker lost innocence in light.

Chaos.

Your mind is this.

Chaos.

All our minds are this.

I think just like you.

Don’t feel evil.

It’s the way of man, sue.

We want to hurt like medieval.

Human.

Your world is this.

Human.

All our worlds are this.