Pathogen

We're all forgotten We're all forgotten Enveloping my mind in a wasteland of suspicion Compassion twisted and defiled leaving only hatred I'm fastened in by the chains of discontent I'm fastened in by these fucking chains White walls closing in White walls closing in on me I'm growing weary of the front that I've established for myself I'm resenting anyone who begins to assume they can know for themselves I don't care about them and I'm unmindful of infection of those who rely on sentiments I never cared about them Carefully calculated explanations (I don't need them) Dismissing errors of emotion I choose to regard them for who and what they are They are nothing but a fabrication They never meant a thing to me Just an illusion A distortion of the senses Just an illusion A distortion of the senses I'm growing weary of the front I've established for myself For myself, now As I progress I've watched the things I've been taught Decay and fall to pieces Right in front of me I'll never be the same again I'm fastened in by the chains of discontent I'm fastened in by these fucking chains White walls closing in White walls closing in on me We're all forgotten We are all forgotten The air is filled with the foul stench of death