We’re crushing flowers at our feet, parting realities
that seemed so real. Regretted actions and apathies lie
waiting in the seams, striving for solutions, but we still haven’t got the means. Seeking out the definitions
for the problems that we leave. Behind the masks we scramble with fear stapled to our hearts. We’re viewing
fate, then we become the objects of our hate. Breathing
insanity. More brotherhood in vain… We're crossing paths
we’ve littered with our thoughts against the grain; ready
to stop the sky from falling, as to freedom we depart.
Collapsing barriers and breaking down the walls;
releasing fallacies that keep us synchronized. We’re
crossing limitations that kept us down. Break the chains;
and pick yourself up off the ground.