Blindness is the right I choose
I hide my eyes in an elaborate ruse
And claim that the devil made me do it.
I rationalize an obvious plight
Trying to fight the power without the power to fight
Undermining rationale in demented perversion.
Peace of mind needs a mental conversion
I’m hopeless and helpless and I deserve pity
But don’t try to give it… don’t care about my eternity.
After all it’s mine.
It’s something I can claim for my own.
Not something handed to me from a prince on a throne
And in time I’ll claim whatever prize is waiting for me
And whatever it is I really don’t see
The point in caring
To be so presumptuous
To be so daring
To first presume and then consume
I don’t deserve it
I don’t need it
I don’t need you.