All of our lives we've been told what to believe.
Nothing is perfect
so what's the point of purpose?
The line that separates the weak from us who truly care
is one I don't intend to cross.
The heart of man beats but only in greedy hands
and it seems that most are still content.
Where most are comfortable accepting insignificance
we strive to find the effort within.
If you open up your eyes
and open up your mind you we be exposed to a world as cold
as those who are left to populate it
Two decades spent swallowing lie
after lie has sparked a fire in my heart
and the time has come to spread the flame
We can't continue wasting time
day after day trying to find a new means of escape
We do this day after day
And I can't face the disconnect
I'll shed the dead weight and rise
I never thought that I would need to justify a reason
to continue in this life I lead
I fucking hate the world
I fucking hate myself
I swore I'd never fucking feel like this

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