Past The Point

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.