Black black is the color of the hate we create why do you seem so surprised? segregation comes with imitation your imagination turns to smoke as the wind redirects suicide's a failure, giving up makes you flat you're so one dimensional you make me sick with your morals and ideals vomit up your illusions cause you know you're never real so come into the slaughter, little lamb as you put on airs, as we feel our individuality your altars make me sick and your sacrifices are shit you're so illegal with your beliefs so fundamental see the fear, the pigs squeal as we add on the mouthpieces. Believers are the dregs, with the gut-eaters on top. Desensitized, we see one hope, one fear, one belief, one god? but we know, he's already dead --cindy frane--