Past the Point - Tilt

Almost to the point

Where in the past I’ve given up

But this time something keeps

On telling me I’ve got to go on

So now I will try to get the

Lead out of my blood and lose

The paralyzing lies

That shower from above

I must strengthen my

Constitution

I must gather my

Resolve

I’ve got to muster every

Ounce of my resistance

Self inflicted doom

Has left me open and exposed

To every sickness every fallacy

That’s going around

I will not succumb to the belief

That others hold that there is

No defense against infection

As I’ve been told

We’re tolerant to the wrongs

Dealt out with regularity

Our toxic level is drawn

From sheer lack of humanity