Deep within the sanity of others I pry for the hope of the young minds of the youth.
The chills, the grieve and the souls I feel don\'t begin to explain the hurt beneath these walls.
Satisfaction and love the perspective of it all they never know the life they could have had.
Shutting down and breathing heavy they think it\'s funny.
The young minds of the youth I pry beneath the floors and walls they fall.