The Crazed

There's a door in a wall that leads us to insanity
We stand with knives to kill what comes in
The beings behind it are mindless killers
They mass-produce each other
Kill for money, smile with their hand in your pocket
They love guns and forming groups that claim to be for good
These beasts wear suits and collared shirts
They're relentless in their efforts
They'll eat your soul and charge your card, with tax.

But me and my brothers guard the door
We stand with chains and bats
Blades, to tear the crazy ones
Apart so we can live the lives that we've always wanted to live
We smile and greet, they judge our eyes
They judge our feet
Our words fall on deaf ears, and our fist
We raised in desperation, they cut us at the hips
And we're slowly bleeding out
Then we'll fall into shallow holes under plastic graves
And a strong wind will find us, and move us
To the alleyways , where the rats of reason
Will eat our eyes.