You Are What You Should Fear

Living inside my mind,
He tells me what to think
Picking at the scabs of my past so I'll never heal
Pseudo morals become my wings

Spitting seeds as he plants my thoughts with lies
He makes his victim my head
The fruitage of the spirit has become corrupted with violence
Butterflies crumble as their carcasses become my web 

Wrapped up in foiled dress
The master has become my greatest weakness
What a servant I've become to the stockholm syndrome that is me
To love what I hate, I'm what I fear the most in this realm of reality