Mold, you’re drive to survive
Your old self denied
You need to revive
The real self’s inside

Mold, I can see it growing
Mold, I can see it showing

Hollow, shallow in societies depths
Nerve endings surge the waves crest
Dancing with the fringe of pain
Sharing what’s left insane
Think, washed out washed up
Mood enhancers lessen the corrupt
Who will be the inner sight…
Who controls the need to fight…

Mold, I can see it growing
Mold, I can see it showing

Wary, tired, and lashed out cold
Listening to directions told
You’re argument will never fold
You’re spirit and reality mold
This constant barrage, cracking at my skull
Creeping past my walls, defense and resistance falls