It's my life your screwing with.

Into a world where there is no joy
Where my only dream is that it's all an illusion

I shall not be judged
Not by intrepid voices
that claim eternal innocence

Not by ideologies in jagged circles
Not by poisons placed here by god

Because it is just an illusion
for blasphemes, tyrants, and witches

For those that slay unequal blood
And dance amongst the scattered remains of the fallen

Where men have no scales to measure
what they cannot touch
what they cannot see
What they cannot sense at all
What they cannot speak of
As if it were them that were afflicted.

The human race is not a collective conscience.
There is no equality in the mind's representation
of its own private hell.

You will never understand
Just as I do not pretend to know you

But you speak as if you do,
As if your wisdom is transcendent,

As if you are lucid in my world
As if the universe was not shaped by me and me alone

As if the stars were not my playground

As if I could not reverse it all into a sea of red
with as little as a thought
as little as an illusory act of defiance.