Individualism no longer exists
Society kills, and with that it persists
With the poison of death we all were kissed
A fatal flaw in our beings, like a knot or a twist

To strive past this reality of mist
We must degrade ourselves and slit our wrists
Beat against the walls of humanity with hardened fists
The dents and cracks are not to be missed

Acceptance is measured by bullets on lists
Created by cobras- recorded then hissed
Even though they just don't get the gist
They don't understand life like they wish

No one really knows...
So is ignorance bliss?