𝑪𝒐𝒃𝒘𝒆𝒃

You're an insect

Caught on the leash of the web

Being told what to do

Otherwise you wouldn't be fed

What's out there? Do you really know

Is there really nothing out there from what you've been told?

Are you willing to even risk it out alive, though?

What you hold within yourself

They'll cut it open

Suck you dry

Relish in your raining remains

And manipulate you to do it all over again

They'll convince you that you need them 

When they need you

You're their host

Their sins within pride that only you can have them awoke at most

They'll deteriorate your limbs dry

Till you're too weak and warry for your body and mind to focus

Then within, they'll boast 

The lot of the gross

You'll lose yourself with them

Please, if you can, leave them for good

Starve them away, make them beg for food

Gain control over them, you, once the prisoner, now holds the tool

To fix, and repair the damage that was done

And break the power over the fool.