The sensation of creation leads to revelation of revolting refuge,
rhetoric of retaliating reverse recklessness, little did we know it wasn't us to blame.

So the constant reminder of fame smacks the face of each race, as if there is nothing they can't do wrong.
when their on their toes, and their crimes on the nose, of each and every single song.
The continuous calamity of this adversity revels in the rebels of diversity.
And we keep trying, and the victims keep crying, because there's nothing they can do about it.

The moment in which we decide in ourselves to limit the blame and fame and end our self-made hell, an endless ringing bell,
a constant constant constant reminder that we. hate ourselves.

to the best of our ability we try to limit our reality as if closing our eyes, wont keep it 20/20.
And we keep ignoring it. And we keep ignoring and ignoring until one day in the light of morning we hear the mourning,
and the pigs keep snoring.

Because it's not their problem.
Its ours.

So we tire endlessly for hours, rinse repeat, blood draining the showers, as we try to fight the powers that shackle us.
And hold us. To limit ourselves that we can't be better than the old us. That we're better off here.
To disappear as if part of a background, a silent sound, a ghost hound, there is nothing left for me.

To do.

Because how can you try to fight the power, when the power you fight is in you.
You ignore the things going on, and yet you feel they are wrong.
So why don't you do something about it.

it's because you don't want to be the person who does something about it.
but instead see the person who does something about it.

and you continue every day wishing you had the strength to take on the masses, of endless, hate.
and let the course run of fate, and debate the state of each state, at this point can't collaborate to slate this... this hate.

they think we all need to be locked away, but don't they see, that's what we've always been.

Contained.

I walk down the dirt road.
Skies above, and ground below.
The heavens cry, for I shall not.
What has already gone, what I have forgot.

I see the trees.
The roses too.

I walk down the dirt road.
Skies above, and ground below.
The heavens shout, for I shall stop.
What has already gone, what I have forgot.

I see the trees.
The roses too.

I walk down the path.
It all repeats.
Nothing changes.
I cant sleep.
Help me.
Help me please.
Im stuck.
In my own reality.

I cant escape.
My mind ablaze.
Fire, fire.
It's all a haze.
But you cant hear me.
You cant see.
You cant peak into my reality.

It all started
That fateful day.
When you wanted to run.
Outside and play.
I told you no.
It's too cold outside.
But you yelled, you screamed, and cried.

So reluctant I did.
I followed through.
From the cold, hard, rain. I followed you.

On the dirt road, where no strangers pass.
I heard it loud.
I saw it fast.
The two sets of lights.
Yet not on me,
Trained... on you.

I screamed.
I yelled.
I ran.
I pushed.
I fell.
Now I lay here on these white sheets.
The machine whirring.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I can never know.
I can never live.
My eyes stare blankly.
Unresponsive.

Its okay, because you're still here.
You can run, play, and it feels surreal.
My job is done,
My own reality.
This obstacle I can never overcome.

And still

I walk down the dirt road,
Skies above, and ground below,
The heavens cry, and I have yet.
For I have seen what has gone, and I will never forget.

Trying to find a purpose in life
Not knowing which way is left or right
Trying to find a way to survive
Wanting to figure out when is the right time
Just tell me already when can I go
I want to be loved and a place to call home
I don't wanna be some kind of homeless wreck
Living on nothing but change and scrap
But, says a voice, you musn't give up
You have to keep your head above
You must keep on through this suffering
Because no one has given you harboring
Doesn't make an excuse for defeat
Keep your chin up and stay on your feet
I wondered who that voice could be
Saying these soothing things with ease
I looked around with a realization
That what I heard was a sensation
I didn't know how to cope
With this thing... called Hope.