Why have we enslaved ourselves?
Walking freely into our masters' open arms.
That very first step we take,
Upon that wretched scale
We lose a part of ourselves.
A part we will never get back.
We have constantly:
Conditioned our minds to believe that we,
Are not enough.
Corrupting our thoughts,
Causing sickness to rot our brains,
A sickness that will grasp onto you,
And will never let you go.
Brainwashing and manipulating
Because
We are born to hate ourselves
And
Raised to starve ourselves.
Given a picture-perfect number
That we must strive for
That we must be prepared to kill for
That we must be prepared to destroy ourselves for.
Because we will.
Getting high on the euphoria of the number dropping,
Finally feeling like it's all worth it, finally feeling small.
The dizziness of standing up, the fainting.
Everything is worth it when you feel small.
We will do anything
From,
Ripping out hair, lodging fingers down our throats,
We will do anything,
To keep that high.
To remain picture perfect.
For we are enslaved.
