People feed fear
Hate, lies, prejudice
Manipulable, without doctrine
Violable, mental carnage

You play your game
Throw the bait, satisfy your desire?
A big fire
Starts with a small spark, sick instinct

Brain torture, as smooth as wine
So substantial, as sweet as your own poison?
Always so invasive, so possessive
But now so superficial, who looks now imagines and waits

Your worst finally happens
A good feeling arises, so many imaginable things?
And then what? All possible punishments?

And why? What did you plant
And with crazy love you nurtured
You now reap and savor
Fruits of your "labor," anguish and pain

Your action rewards you
Chain reaction
Who plays with fire
Gets burned, the mind is a dangerous toy
This was your game