Hideous Headchopping

I’ve built my little castle
Based on apathy
And now I’m truly armed
Against insecurity
Stone cold thoughts
Behind a grieving mask
Furious eyes
Analysing silly lies
Ferousious grey mass
Non-believing in a cross
An aim so insane
The last leaf must be slain
A wood-chopping sound
Goes in my head around
The tree that once stood
Has now been chopped for good