Oh, I’ve been through this a thousand times you can tell that I’m having trouble attempting to quell. This hunger that helps alleviate the pain Of living a life, too ordinary and plain. To me that I have to be the kind of slack jawed freak not worth mentioning. I’ve been so useless for too long for too long for too long. It’s hard enough to breathe with nothing left. Add a pinch of disconcert. Lackadaisical sense of affluence. But I’m simply objecting to the thought of everything going wrong. This time, I’m sick of having fairy tales dictate how I must lie to get by, propinquity towards evil will surely try to divide us all. (They think that we’ll just sit back while they rob us blind, what an egregious mischaracterization of our ideals, and for that, they’ll pay.) Oh, I’ve been through these divisive sides, demonstrate A difference that does not congregate. Into a forced perspective they don’t just share The same tired master that keeps us ensnared. And I just know that I’m ready to go, ready close curtain for the end of the show. Revolution is a worthy cause, but we’re all sedated can’t press pause. Incrementalism helps, but I can’t wait for a frozen hell, I’ve got malice up for sale. You’re so wrong this time, I’m sick of having fairy tales dictate how I must lie to get by, propinquity towards evil will surely try to divide us all. As we chamber this hate with such confidence, we’ll use it too late. As their greed coincides a fatal collapse all of us seemed to expect all too well. I’m just so tired. How could you want this? How could you be so opposed to what is best for us. I’m just so tired. My faith has gone low. I’m sure surprise is the furthest thing from your mind. I’m just so tired. How could you want this? How could you be so opposed to what is best for us. I’m just so tired. My faith has gone low. I’m sure surprise is the furthest thing from your mind. You’re all wrong this time, I’m sick of having fairy tales dictate how I must lie to get by, propinquity towards evil will surely try to divide us all. As we chamber this hate with such confidence, we’ll use it too late As their greed coincides a fatal collapse all of us seemed to expect all too well.

The king is dead and the throne is up for grabs, but my brother lays the blame on my shoulders. I’ve never seen such betrayal in all my years. I will be out for blood in the end. Cast out of this sanctum rusted from decay. Accusations made to drive me out. Of a place I once called home where I could lay down roots. The foundation has now crumbled. The high courts verdict aims to tarnish my name. The blood is on my hands is their lie, but I know the truth that all of this was staged. As they sever all ties in the meantime, The past will be unwritten. A betrayal in the highest. Does power corrupt us all? Left here, out in this unforgiving waste. Expected to fend for myself. As I gain a one track mind, survival being the only goal. Faces become a distant memory. Lofty ambitions for revenge begin to rush back. The future is far from certain, this derelict is rising to a realm of persistence. (they will get what’s coming...) As they sever all ties in the meantime, The past will be unwritten. A betrayal in the highest. Does power corrupt us all? Division's the only guidance, As I hear fate come knocking. A callous evasion of virtue. I sure hope it was worth it. As I become so cold to the temptation at heart, It’s hard to sit back while they drive us all apart. A fortune written in stone falls right through my hands. This is the last semblance of my empire of sands. It’s been far too long, what has happened to this place? Rubble covers the streets. An uprising's the case. Peasants sick of a system meant to enslave. This isn’t what I wanted, my home destroyed, my people slain. This is just the price you pay when making deals with the devil himself in human form, brother, what have you done? What have you done to our family? As they sever all ties in the meantime, The past will be unwritten. A betrayal in the highest. Does power corrupt us all? Division's the only guidance. As I hear fate come knocking. A callous evasion of virtue. I sure hope it was worth it.

(Oh, get ready for the showdown, this is a fight for the ages. Place your bets 'cause this one is gonna knock you out.) Leap into the ring where your opponent is standing. Menacing, gaze into each others eyes. Where hate resides, for the ideologies, That collide into pride and glory. I can see that this won’t be easy as I wrestle with my demons. Maintain my focus as I fight. I could see this, going one of two ways. Both defeated could be reality. I have my own dreams, and I just can’t stop. Destiny's calling and I will answer. I am stuck in this trembling mode of pure excitement. Anticipation is overkill. Ring the bell as I let my footwork do the talking. Take a jab to claim victory now. (I think he's giving him the haymaker, the double-jam slam with a side of uppercut, But I think the fight has only just begun.) This bout has been foretold long before my conception. History rules our future. I could see this, going one of two ways. Both defeated could be reality. I have my own dreams, and I just can’t stop. Destiny's calling and I will answer. The winner’s circle will be my home ground As I fall into a new set of challenges. Legacy is a core motive to breaking the limits within me.

Can you feel that? The overwhelming dread that weighs us down at a time when we thought we had things figured out. Need to face facts, that when things seem too good to be true, that a day of reckoning will come to claim us all. Bar the doors and shut them out, we have been too complacent, but we’ll correct these faults in due time. Every lost soul that we see, we will just turn our backs on, this isn’t cruelty, it’s how we survive. Can you hear that? The deafening screams that fill air. Oh, just ignore it, it’s all in your head. Could it be true? Has madness stricken our way of life, let me check for myself, blessed be the damned that live in strife. You got it wrong, so tell it right, they’re right outside of our gates, carnage and slaughter await to take us down. What can we do in trying times? I refuse to die this way, oh may god have mercy on us all. Arm the masses and protect the frail. Hope it isn’t too late, to change our fates. May we all live to fight another day of our lives. Why don’t you tell me, what are our lives worth, to a tyrant that would see us all eat dirt. Arm the masses and protect the frail. Hope it isn’t too late, to change our fates May we all live to fight another day of our lives If this was just our destiny, that would be so unfortunate. May we have a guide to pull us through the night.

As we make another attempt in these crowded halls, it’s all for our own sake. We know that we’ll stumble and fall, push towards recovery. Seldom hear reassuring words of integrity. I gave up on that noise a long time ago. I hear every little tick of my internal clock, just counting down the seconds till I feel on top. For an hour or two, wish for a little more, maybe I’ve forgotten what I’m doing this for. So I can recapture the days when I still had a chance at a name for myself by some circumstance. Delusions of grandeur have me riding high for the example I’ll set, I should just hide. The darkest corner that I dwell, good luck and may I bid farewell. Can not help but bring up my youth, motivation perhaps I can use. My temperature is rising high, ready close curtain and let it ride. You all wait patiently for a sign, but progress is far and... Why can’t you see what’s come of me? It’s just not worth the effort 'cause all this turmoil is something I won’t set aside. Wanting to turn things around. Just have no idea of how. Let us hope for the best. As they test my resolve, the coroner may call, and bring the bad news, nothing left to lose. Got a lot to learn, or let it all burn, we were better back then, let’s just pretend What I said was real, about this deal, to come out clean, and try to redeem The hollow shell I am, I know I can, and maybe I could stay, on your wedding day. My temperature is rising high, ready close curtain and let it ride. You all wait patiently for a sign, but progress is far and... Why can’t you see what’s come of me? It’s just not worth the effort cause all this turmoil is something I won’t set aside. Won’t set aside.

Admitted here under false pretenses, like my stability is off kilter. The pride of sanity may be an illusion is what I’d like to know myself. Can’t they see I don’t belong? Clearly other patients are wrong. What can I do to make this right? Honesty is the only light. As I deny the window to my soul has run dry with cobwebs littered black as coal. I do declare myself to be on the path of repair with these psychiatric evaluations hounding me. The notion begins to settle in that maybe I’m jacked up in all the ways they say. My values shift, perspective adjacent to an air of confidence never complacent everything perhaps adds up. Maybe I have not truly lived? Existing on the fence of life and death. I know I needed help all along. My stubbornness got the better of me. As I deny the window to my soul has run dry with cobwebs littered black as coal. I do declare myself to be on the path of repair with psychiatric evaluations hounding me. These meds may lift my spirits, but it is all a facade. Sedated, frustrated, I feel so God damned hated. I just don’t want to be seen, this place is filled with my shame. I cannot believe that I let myself sink this low. As I deny the window to my soul has run dry with cobwebs littered black as coal. I do declare myself to be on the path of repair with these psychiatric evaluations hounding me.

Wait just a moment relax, I have my own anxieties that can cripple in fact, From delving deep into me, the true character that hides from reality. I swear I don’t want to be the burden that I believe that you can see. Maybe I minimize my worth, but this ball and chain has been with me since birth. And every single time try to realize there’s more to me Than meets the eye hope is on my side potentially. Victimize myself to point of help I could need. Just be a man, convinced I can, lie to me that things can turn out alright. The future's just a con and I know it is, I know it is. Some of just can’t have good luck. I feel like I’m gonna be just losing my ground, losing my ground. I don’t want to fall through the cracks. And when did I decide that these words would get to me in such painfully consistent ways? And how can I learn to breathe when I am drowning deeper into all these trenches? And when things go wrong, I just play along. Hide the shame, and hide everything that will bring you down here. I’ll try to live once again. The futures just a con and I know it is, I know it is. Some of us just can’t have good luck. The futures just a con and I know it is, I know it is. Some of us just can’t have good luck. I feel like I’m gonna be just losing my ground, losing my ground. I don’t want to fall through the cracks. I swear I don’t want to be the burden that I believe that you can see. Maybe I minimize my worth, but this ball and chain has been with me. (Something tells me that I am being too harsh, being too harsh On who should be my best friend. I may go with the flow here a little far, a little far, I’m not even in the water.) Wait just a moment relapse, I have my own anxieties that can cripple in fact.

I once dreamt of seeing a house set to a backdrop, oh so picturesque. A rustic view of our tradition and with her glance, I’ve already won. Now, I awake from what’s so clearly staged as if I’d ever see myself engaged. In such idealistic lifetime cues condemned to fatalistic views. (Push my luck here.) I know I’ll break before I bend, a pessimist until the end. And all I get, condescending talks of who I’ll be outside this box. If everyone’s content on calling me out be rest assured that I’ve had my doubts. At continuing this existence of stark betrayal of societal norms set: coffin and nail. Think this is what I want, you’re so dead wrong. Count all of your blessings that I’ll be gone. Break the bank on this one way trip to somewhere far is my only tip. Sick of this place and what its done to me. Just too docile as you can see. Send your letters to address unknown. Lessons I can only learn on my own. (Just don’t worry.) I could tell a thousand lies about the story in my eyes. Written clear as day they sell, all these lights they overwhelm. If everyone’s content on calling me out be rest assured that I’ve had my doubts. At continuing this existence of stark betrayal of societal norms set: coffin and nail. Think this is what I want, you’re so dead wrong count all of your blessings that I’ll be gone. I’ll make quitting such a foreign word. One day you’ll see it’s not so absurd. It’s not far now pull through this hellscape of my own making will not shake me. Convictions strong with perseverance towards a pure enlightenment.