There is no war No one is dead Indifferences of these tears we shed Struck down in our own footsteps But no blood ever reaches the top of our heads Stagnated the dreams that we once never had Nightmare's all I see around me
It's like we're all walking asleep Potential we're not meant to keep Differentiated from the stereotype The part of you that they don't see is hidden from me Infected hypocritic "herd" mentality Exaggerate the hopeless tragedy
What's that calling you at your front door? Is it something that'll make you care about the world some more? The words you use are different But your motive's the same There's nothing more to say What's left to take? Some other way? Maybe another day...