Hell After All?
Heavy-minded, weak of will
I watch you lay your life down
You're hot and shaking from the thrill
Of atrophy at work
You're young and free, so you believe
But chains are rigs and spoons, it seems
And life ain't much more than a dream
To wake in death, at last you're free
And oh you're back, another round
A white room, giants making sound
You scream, your pupils shrink in light
Pharmaceutical age of human life
The karma that you're now receiving
Is lightyears from what you were taught to believe in
This world's so busy now deceiving
And your mind a constant question
So is this hell after all?