Comfort Fix

You say there's a just cause to your actions

but there's [blind] hatred written all over you

channeled to those who hate you in your world

a world created by the masters

a world created by the leaders

those who speak to you in your own words

those who light the hatred in your eyes

a searing fear

the end is near

fill the cup to it's brim

and add the magic serum

final drop to break the limit

flood the world from within

a desperate [virtual] reality

nine to five and way beyond

the constant thorn in your side

so sweet and painful

belief that shades don't exist

[there's] no dopamine in peace

the ever-present lurking menace

that's the comfort fix

you want it

you need it

you need something to hate

to forget yourself

you know it

you can feel it

you feel the rush of blood

you comfort yourself