I finally did it, I told all of them
But I have some wit, so I knew they'd condemn
I tried to explain, but they just shut me down
They would never stop, no, not till I backed down.
But I stood my ground, I wouldn't let them succeed,
I won't stoop to their level, and make them bleed.
Yet I must not concede, I must continue;
I must continue to impede this issue.
I must carry on this treacherous journey,
I have just begun, so I better hurry;
Hurry to confront this, before it's to late;
To late to do anything else but negate.
Succumb to the beast, that makes everyone numb.
That dreaded beast marks them with what they'll become.
Marked by despair, dependence, and most notibly fear:
Fear of the unknown, the known, and the domineer
There is no sane escape from this dreaded beast,
There is no cure from heaven, nor from the priest,
The only cure of this problem is in the nuerologic
It is based on sound reasoning and logic.
It's painful to lose loved ones on matters small
You must think, "why'd they care about it at all?"
It shouldn't matter, you just disagree, it does
It does to them, they're worried, they just don't see
See how matters this small, shouldn't really bother them at all.