Pessimism

I believe that pessimism is the holyest religion
For the hearts of insecure and the minds of panicked pain
For the craziest of souls in the pools of insane
Where the rain always falls upon the endless halls
Mixed with drops of blood, poppy red with heroin
To addict the weakened minds in the veins of endless time
So brilliant with the mud that flows like sunshine

I believe that pessimism is the ultimate admission
That everyone must make when the truth is realized
When we've had all that we can take and no one will sympathize
That we've hypothesized that no one really cares
That life ain't really fair after all