See the world today?
Millions of hearts beating
Reverberating throughout streets,
Roads, alleys, and neighborhoods.
Some of them get scared and stop
As the rest beat fast and strong, the tide
Rising up to cover those who left.
Ba dum, the life and death of a moment
Yet people keep denying what they’re seeing.
No place to get your mind together!
A constant battle with no reward,
A bloody weapon and a bloody life
Chasing each other until light is dark.
Nobody questions, nobody cares, nobody. . .
Nobody is here. An empty crowded world.
Numb your senses and fade away, eternal fade.
No place to get your mind together!
I see this and I fall inside;
Dante’s inferno haunts me forevermore.
Every circle to fall through and dread
But I don’r fall weak or frail. Afraid,
Yeah I don’t got an idea what is right or true.
Why can’t anyone else feel me? Am I ghost?
Drifting through the air unable to change a thing.
I try my hardest to only fade away, oh how I sing
Of the loneliness I face in a desolated world
And this time only winds up once. Life is poured.
How many tears does it take to drown Hell?
If only it could be done. Would we swim out?
No place to get your mind together!
A constant battle with no reward,
A bloody weapon and a bloody life
Chasing each other until light is dark.
Nobody questions, nobody cares, nobody. . .
Nobody is here. An empty crowded world.
Numb your senses and fade away, eternal fade.
No place to get your mind together!
I come across heartless but it’s funny.
The world heartless makes it sound like you don’t got one
But you do. It’s a heavy heart with no safety.
Yeah bullets fly but others can walk by, novocaine.
Me? I get torn apart but on the ground I live.
So maybe my tears don’t seem contrite but they are.
Is it contrite the way we spend our lives numbed up?
Never knowing real from fake and vice versa,
A life paradox. To be and not to be — our decimation.
If this world is a one time thing
Why do we sit still and inject things?
Live life, that’s what I’m trying to do
But this world puts nails in my flesh.
This isn’t right. Am I a liar to say that?
Everything feels foreign and fake
But I’m told to accept it as the truth.
That’s wrong. You don’t tell someone to lie
Even if it is for their own good.
No place to get my mind together.
They tell me I can’t do anything real
But I’ll bite the bullet to face my life.
So maybe I’ll cry so much that Hell drowns,
Maybe I’ll assimilate with those I hate,
Maybe I’ll find my own path to walk,
Maybe I’ll fall to no more than my own fault;
No matter what I do I move forward.
Vasha'Lakar 