Don't you just love the way people smile at you?

Their twisted little grins as they watch you,

As they scrutinize you,

Behind their painted cheeks and their brushed on lies,

Is a sadist, seeking nothing more then your demise.

There are these people...

Who think...Who think perfection can be found in a bottle.

In a bottle,

Under a few stones,

Within a hundred dollar bill.

But for those of us who know the truth...

Well,

We're the ones who are deemed weird.

We are the ones who are deemed stupid.

Only because we are not blinded by lies within the truths.

Because we refuse to live in ignorance.

Perhaps you should try it, oh trembling, fearful father of mine.

Perhaps you should taste it,

The truth,

The world.

And look beyond your eyes,

Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.

Tinted and filtered with lenses of lies.

All I can do is laugh at the words,

At the people as they pass me by.

The ants, the insects.

Scurrying along the asphalt.

And to you,

My dear, precious ants...

Continue your journey.

Walk in your straight, measured line.

In calm, firm, even steps.

Towards the cliff,

Go ahead and walk,

Into oblivion waiting underneath the cliff.