- Anxiety Ridden
It scares me to death to think of what I have become, and what a wandering soul I have become. If I followed the beaten path instead of marching my way through my own. I feel so lost in this world like I made the same mistake one thousand times. I don’t want to be a drone, a slave to the system that's caught so many others in its trap. I can only hope to look back and see a life fulfilled. Times of triumph, love and compassion. But it’s better to have lived, then to have never spent a day alive. But will these choices finally come back to haunt me in my dreams? This self loathing can only get me so far.
- Deafening
I've walked the earth, a careless man.
I've stood in front of the giants put before me.
Not everything is the way it seems.
If I could paint the world with all the imagery that I've seen,
Then maybe you'd open your eyes, your mind, and start to believe.
Not everything's the way it seems.
Expose this world.
- Plagued
How do we save ourselves from this misery we’ve plagued our lives with? And we've plagued ourselves. So desperate for answers, we search for a reason to survive. We spend our days staring at the sun. Only to blinded, by the mere thought. Encouraged, enraged by what has held us down. We’re Straining on the last bits of hope we have left. No one hears our cries, and no one sees us screaming, beating out our lungs. We are the Forgotten. Our minds have starved from this constant fight to find solid ground. To be something more than what’s placed in our hands. Struggling to find the means, to build ourselves back up. With every odd stacked against us, we walk as men through a sea of giants.
- Self-Righteous
How do you judge the ones that are carbon copies of yourself?
A perfect mirror image that you look down upon so half-heartedly.
You may not sin like me, but you'll still rot the same.
The flaws in your character show the weakness in your conviction.
Just because your actions don't reflect mine it doesn't make you any better.
I've lived a life based on value, on pride, on the ideals that we are all the same.
You feed on the power; the idea that you're superior.
You raise your head so high to a society you blatantly cast aside.
- Surroundings
I sing the blues, because that's all I've ever known. I scream to the sky but my words get lost along the way. I can't express all the hate that's led me here and all the filth that swallows us whole. I don’t want to be a part of all this insanity. Famine and death. Pestilence and war. A world shrouded in darkness. Maybe it's just me but I see no brighter side, or perhaps I don't want to. A constant reminder of how ruthless life can be. A constant reminder of the struggles. Fear is driven into our minds everywhere we look. We’ll never forget all the sadness of this world and this tragedy that surrounds us. This tragedy that consumes our lives. Forced to be scared, negativity surrounds our perfect little lives. Negativity surrounds us.
- Walking The Straight and Narrow
We're blindfolded, centered only to survive, concerned only with that which keeps us safe. We think nothing of the world around us, and were so entangled around what tortures us day by day. Our own shallow lives. So void of compassion for the masses that roam this earth with no where to go, and not one shoulder to cry on and no where to run to. We turn our heads from the helpless. This type of behavior is nothing more than discouraging in my eyes. What makes you any better? What makes you any different? A world you hide in? A mask of Fools. A crown of Kings. Who are you to pass all your judgements, Compassion falls short. we're all burdened in the end, burdened in the end by your lack of conviction, burdened in the end by your lack of truth. I pity the ones that hold no sympathy. Narrow-mindedly walk through life, concerned less, with the ills of man. With your head so high, it might seem like centuries before you reach the ground. Your no better than the ones you shun away, survival of the fittest seems to suit you well. But when it comes time to reach for a hand, will you sink or swim, or will you drown?