Propoganda, A Sickness

That red paint
She sees it all
She feels it deep
I am getting tortured in your senseless speech

That boring speech
He discards it all
He mocks it out
I am getting tortured in your naive propaganda

That sick propaganda
They eat it up
They digest it in
I am getting tortured in your poisoning tendencies

That vile poison
I shot it down
I injected it through
You are getting tortured in your belief of me