The voices of the many pretending to be living
How come they cannot hear that they are already dead?
The voice of a stranger can beat even the most secure of individuals to the ground
But why does he allow his earth to listen?
The fire that did burn within destined to set aflame our eharts
When did it's alst embers cease?
The fire that speaks of danger is always lit by an angry mind
Unable to forsee the deeds that his actions set loose
For the fear of dying, we are dying of fear
Thuse forever to trample upon where we have earlier thread
Though I by my smile may look beaten believe me I am not!
For what is all the pain we suffer except for what we choose to lay upon ourselves?
Mislead you say I must have been to bear in mind
Such an iron will, please don't express your false concern for me
For I have murdered cowardice and I hae learnt how to cross the obstacles
That traitors dod cover up for ages ago!
In all our pettiness we cast spit upon the one to wham we should be grateful
But blinded by mirrors to strenghten the belief that we in them witness beauty
We face every new day in a state of assurement
Yes we are indeed the master race!
Mankind such a walking dogma
As drones we feast upon the dead flesh of tragedies
Shut is the ability to praise what is breathing next to us
My eyes are red and sore, but not from tears
But of what these sights are cousing me
If dust could beknives to pierce in your eyes
You may as well could feel what I feel
Your eyes I now look into are mirroring nothing
But feebleness, all color has turned dead white
To feel hunger you look upon as to always starve
And the only mouth to feed is yours
But when your belly's fed, come taste another side to hunger
As brotherhood is slowly being prisoned by greed
When the universal concern to bear upon one's shoulders is oneself
Who can blame you for not having any remorse
For what you have achieved by a poar man's sleight of hand?
You are only aware of the fact that
The quest for individualism is ever increasing