We live in a world where it's
Kill or be killed
Not in a literal way
But for the mind
When we are young
We don't know what life is
Truely Like
Then we start
To grow up
And we see
The pain and misery
Of this "real world"
Some ignore it
They are the ones who kill
Then there are the ones
Who don't ignore it
They are killed
The ones who kill
Are the ones who chose
To see the world as a child
Sometimes they never grow out of it
They are the ones
Who tell the ones who don't ignore
That they're wrong
That they aren't right
That they're dumb
That they need to lighten up
This is how they are Killed
The killers don't aim for the neck
They aim for the brain
The mind
Their very soul
They like to play with their prey
They like to toy with them
Make it seem like they are doing nothing
And so everyone believes them
And the "prey"
Believe it too
Because why fight against something
That will always win?
