Society's My Partner In Crime
I dislike the hatred within you, the coldness, the pain, the drugs that thin you.
by Benjamin Sorvel
Your justice is malice, spite in disguise, your freedom merely violence, it's your harmful protection which I despise.
I've grown up loving you, yet I fear I was forced, conditioned by your lies, in which your control is sourced.
I do nothing but give, without a regret, and a beating of the soul, is the thanks that I get?
You know I'm not leaving, you made certain I was yours, but I can never be like you, so I'll stay here on these floors.
Cruelty is your name, but you call yourself hope, I'm not the first to see through you, I don't see how you cope.
I long to see you fall, and someday you will, I doubt I'll play a part, but I'm certain I'll get my fill.
Until that day comes, I'll continue to be your slave, a tool of your hatred, but like you I won't behave.
I know what you are, I can see you clear, but until the day you're gone, I'll always keep you near.