This world is a blaze in which we ignore.
A volitile wasteland, I\'ve been here before.
Sewers flow crimson darker than my flow.
Help to destroy to help, it\'s touch and go.
Fly low never land on this land at its low.
For these things that we say are not what we see.
Crawling with ticks at a clock of time that will run out,
Run out of these flames that burn you to the ground.
Grounded by falsehood, house out of food.
Flood grounds with lies to just hide at the truth.
Stagnated whispers through people we choose.
Chews at our bread and never leaves crumbs for us who
Honestly honor thee, modestly horror thy
Time is a spy that will cook at the sides and burn to a crisp what will whisper those lies.
Hide from the chef that will murder your soul, stirring your life just to burden your whole
Life is lie that will lay before I, you cannot do what they want you to do if you and I
don\'t then they won\'t pick at me to worry, if your mouth is glued shut then mine is wide and free.
But light is a blessing, a sight righteously impressing.
Press it into every corner of my existence, just guessing.
No answer to mine if I mine for the rocks
then my eyes may stumble upon treasure from books.
But if they feed me this gold from the day I was born.
I\'ll rip at the light for something within more.
Torn at the hope...hopelessly stare.
Staring at the hopeless people laughing and scared.
This is my life yet I don\'t own the keys.
This is my pain but not my blood that I bleed.
So I pick at this locket and empty out all my pocket,
Watch my dreams dreaming for gleaming gleam with seemingly beaming glee
Encompassing pointlessness, no point to point out the obvious.
Seems to me that we, that we, are free to be what they want us to be.
But I take at the light and not put back when when done.
Oh what mischievousness, oh what fun!
It is to hide, in a one opinion game.
Doomed to be fired in money bred flames.
But I take at everything that i find, I find it better than some.
Sun sheds it light not for I but I use it as a gun.
Shoot at my side, shot not shielded by endless fun.
But just a loss at my side decide to pride at fake trophies won.
For this story of a life that was never begun
It ended so fast, it had started when done.
And this is how I will see all the lives that have gone.
Just a puppet with a string that is sitting with a gun.