Sincere, But Unclear

Knock, knock There's someone at the door A man disguised in age Claiming he has the cure A cure for life And all it's virtue A magic way out Where nothing else can hurt you The pain you feel The droning hassles undone "Just follow me" he says With eyes hiding a smoking gun Take a trip Or sit secure The choice was yours But was it pure? Now you blindly step With brainwashed trust Enslaved to a dwindled vision Believing that its now or bust Watching the end grow near Scared to step forward and object You just sit and wait Knowing just what you can expect