We reign as the weird

The sacrificed are sick of the all-time low,
the darkest secrets are spilled out onto the floor,
staining the minds of those who shouldn't know.

Just running in circles in my head,
feeling so afraid of what will be,
the bad blood's reaching our heads,
blank spaces will be all we ever see.

The truth bites harder than it should,
counting my fears on this round-about,
striking lines off the list of "shoulds",
are we all living life as one in the crowd?

Just another duplicate warrior,
running a war to the land of shattered dreams,
our motive and our goals so surreal,
we will never live to have our own realm.

This is contagious disease,
wrecking chaos in this place where we used to belong,
causing all "abnormality" to recede.