look around at what's become look around. What have we done?
we've created something. a modern life devoid. a broken promiseland a cultured lie, out of our hands.
we're still reaching for a life of isolated discontent bound to the shackles of apathy and a brand of our choice to make us feel free in all that we are, I know there's something real. but it's so hard to believe in something it's so hard to believe in this world when every time I feel anything real I'm consumed by insecurity now that belief has abandoned everything and in it's place left this cycle of fear I can't hold on any longer. I've found faith in the end.
this is the end. the death of all nation in my mind the birth of something more, the birth of a sacrifice.