Fanatics

There's a lot of misdirection, and planned disparity And prescriptions for protecting our familial decree And there's also a lack of judgement, and various shades of gray But a lot people think that theirs is the only way I will never be one, I see the other side A false sense of community, a vulgar sense of pride Stagnation of purpose, corrosion of the mind A lingering obession, a sighted type of blind I don't want to be so static Life and death are far too erratic I don't want to be a fanatic Focus on hereafter, whatever that may be Life is not considered in terms of quality They say "if you don't believe this, then you'll be sorry when You are dead and buried, and who will save you then?" I do not believe this, it's perposterous and vain A false sense of community, a life of family shame Stagnation of purpose, corrosion of the mind A lingering obsession, a sighted type of blind There is a place in my mind where I know I am right, But I'm sure everyone else has their own insight Who are the fanatics, you can see it in their eyes They run around and preach about the things that they despise And they are desperate for endorsement, for you to join their side Your freedom, hopes, and dignity can all be left behind I don't want to be so static Life and death are far too erratic I don't want to be a fanatic Blind conviction, insistence, unmitigated (x3)