in the face of temptation, betrayals and lust are born
In the face of courage, we cower
And in the midst of it all, we lose sight of what we really try to gain
I don't know how it is for every last man in the world,
but to dive into what we fear to be true, based off of just stories and superstition
is a crime that we all have to admit to
Have we all lost sight of what we used to cherish so much?
Have we gained nothing during our attempts at succeeding the throne of futurism?
We should strike while we have the chance;
Fly while we have our wings,
and dig when we feel closed in from beneath our feet
I'm cold shouldered by the man with many faces,
by the hearts of many within this city
and blamed by the voices of my past
And What do you say to the voices that shackle you until the ends of time?
"I accept it".
I pity you.
I want to walk the path of my own choosing;
I am the light of my own shadow,
and the shadow of my own light
you do not fear me,
i do not hate you
But for the sake of the millions of thoughts gliding across my mind
telling me "it's not worth it", "Give up", and "it'll never be over"
I may have to slay the eater of dreams
with my own two hands to make peaceful minds exist
