Parasite

I drank the Kool-aid, believing everything you said was true.

Every morning, never questioned, as I pledged my loyalty to you.

But they told me it was all a lie, try to keep an open mind-

I didn't believe them, or at least I tried...

But you lied.

"It's a failing plan," more like a falling plane

They're throwing cargo off the back to lose some extra weight

grab the parachute, but it's too late.

They warned us of the flood, but never of the fire,

wanna call you a liar, I desire to conspire

But maybe you never knew either.

And I stay up at night,

wondering what's wrong and right,

but lately I think it might

be better if we didn't survive.

No I stay up at night,

wondering what's wring and right,

but lately I think I might

have been feeding a parasite.