No conversations and no signs of life a vision disguised to nothing a back-head thought that plagues my senses
it's a love-hate situation where you want to feel alone so who am I to forsake these feelings but nothing ventured, nothing gained
I pretend that I die when I fall asleep to much coercion and we're lack out of time I can't stand all the pain that is left of me make me disappear from the guided line
I've seen better days even when I've failed it's a collusion for the masses without solution so sick of living in a quarantine of lost conscience but what is left to do when we're physically strained