It was hard to see, through blurring eyes, my grave disease
Had I been deceived, by hands of corruption, to fit their needs?
Should I try to cut the line, and sever the bonds tying me to this vile kind?
Still, subconscious demons are hard to find
Like finding daylight when you are blind

Restrained, Deemed as insane, profane
This distain is my own shame, my only grain of self

My body was forced through mental ties, ensnaring me
As the ego dies
Had the bastards infected my fragile mind?
With a cancer designed to break my spine?

What are my options, where can I go?
To kill of this cancer or hamper it's growth?

Is this cancer me, am I the abnormity, killing the "we"
Or am I just diseased, with mental corruption from which I'll be free
Once they manage to cut me free
As soon as they find a cure for "me"
Still, subconscious demons are hard to find
Like finding daylight when you are blind

My pains and worries dissolved like melting snow, like a dying glow
I will become, a part of wholeness, in all it's glorious gray, in its simple ways
I embrace, the "we", the only true and refined unit of mankind, we forsake the "I"