The mental mind's assistant.

Sinking back down
trusting the paid clowns
who, follow the value of the pound
and they wonder why I'm internally bound
so scream a cry, now it's a joyful sound.

You think your the bitch that rules
your a business puppet, a brain dead tool
see ignorance mated and created a fool
her soul died now she's a walking ghoul
the hate you exert, leaves you open to ridicule
so I'll use the anger as fuel
and leave the cruel, bleeding, crawling in their own drool.