Common bestiality

You drink the souls of young naive people,
You surely do what you want.
You drain the blood from wounds that you slowly cut,
They can't be healed,
You leave for dead the hearts that you taunt.

I remember you've got a whack-a-mole plan,
That you remind me of all the time,
I feel too weak and helpless now, but just believe it,
I do the best I can
To break off your schemes drenched in slime.

I make it up as if I was blind and deaf,
I talk to you as if I wasn't afraid.
I was on my knees before. Now there's no more wish
For hearing out your drilling aftermath.

You sugar-coat can't hide me from your storms of wrath in nights,
Just to burn down everything around you try to lit the fire every day.
You bring the roses, sticking in my palm with spikes -
With all the scars I just throw ungratefully them away.

Totally erased inside, just l;ke you, but not anymore.
I don't want a fight, but I just don't cave in your reality.
I pick up the last train today with the broken pieces on the floor -
A devastating flight from each day's bestiality.

Your hide-and-seek under the grandiosity has let you down,
It's time to realise that no one's here take part in your fair of vanity.
No more miserable, tearing down a helpless frown -
And this is how I break away from common bestiality.