Dead Dolls

Never have something usefull to say
All the people arround me
Wich I don't want to stay
So why am I here?
With all these dead dolls
Dead eyes and dead minds
Closed in the box, buried into this
Ground of blindness, ignorance
Murder, vote, pay, elect
Why am I here with these dead dolls?
Doing as they have told to
By those who too don't know
As they want to fit
As they don't are they
As they lick each other
As they hold into someone
As they don't see themselves
As they don't even know themselves
As they kill themselves
As they have killing me