Conditioned into silence, out of fear of violence we shut our mouths to avoid the pain, the pain that won't and can't go away.
We are divided, our beliefs undecided, our true thoughts in hiding, we are like puppets miming.

Everyone has a drug, and sadly you are mine.
But whenever we talk, I feel like a waste of your time.
Maybe I'm not worthy, but you sure are addicting.
Because after a while, even joy turns to sickness.

Hearing the tapping of rain,
I wish it'd wash away my pain.
A sound we all hear,
but rain runs differently than tears.
Rain streams down your face,
it doesn't have a salty taste.
I want my tears to wash away,
but I choke when the rain comes out to play.

I wanna create, but I haven't got the tools.
People wanna be different, but they follow the rules.
They want someone special, but they won't be that person.
Everyone's stuck as the same ****** version.
Become your own person,learn something new.
While you're there, you might find the real you.

You should end it all now, put down the pen don't write!
I can't help it, it could lead somewhere else, it might-
Enough of might now we must do!
I really don't want to follow this plan through.
Just pull out the knife, leave a little scratch!
That didn't hurt so bad,let's do more of that.
Yes see now you understand!
What?
Self harm.Its all part of the plan!

We mock others for their beliefs, but we hardly know our own.
Lies we live are a reality, they go straight to the bone.
Everything we see and read is shown in a specific light.
So no one says a word, no one questions why our armies fight.

We're told they're terrorists, while our own troops attack not just to bruise.
Taking out civilians, to justify what they saw on the news.
It doesn't matter if it's legal, horrible things have been before.
Surely we should move forward now and learn from what we saw?

Or we can accept the lies they feed us, as we eat the lies we live.

When I was with you, i felt like I had a purpose.
When I was with you, I wasn't JUST a person.
When I was with you, I didn't feel this way.
When I was with you, I always knew what to say.
When I was with you, I got to see the humour in your smile.
When I was with you, I would have run a mile.
When I was with you, you looked at me like I was you one and only joy.

Now I see you give that look to him, that other boy.

I'm running through a forest, where all the trees are my faults.
But the nettles keep on stinging, and I'm getting nowhere at all.
Lost inside of myself, with no one to blame but my sick brain.
I will not put this on somebody else, for only i should feel my pain.

The wind is howling now and I feel very lost and alone.
I'm frozen to the bone but this cold is my own.
No one can feel the cold it's part of my sick world, one I do not share.
If I were to show people my cold live, they really would not care.

This forest is a creation of my dark, unforgiving mind.
One I cannot step out of, one I cannot leave behind.
It is my path,one I must simply walk alone.
I just hope people realise im in my forest, when I'm never home.

You spent months opening the door of friendship, then slammed it in my face.
You said we got too close, but I couldn't have given you more space.
It was like rope burn, holding on was what hurt me.
I should've let go sooner, maybe that way I'd be happy.

All my memories with you, now become a thorn in my mind.
The things I loved before, I now have to leave behind.
I wish you'd wanted me, and hadnt pushed me out.
I maybe I wish I'd seen sooner, what you were really about.

I'll look into the future now, and try and forget about my past.
Holding on didn't help, it couldn't and it didn't last.
I thank you for everything, all the happy times.
Now I'm sitting here alone, making up some sad regretful rhymes.

I look into the mirror, but who do I see?
I don't understand, that surely can't be me?
Twisted,odd, chained and not free.
The face looking back looks very lonely.

They look lost, confused if you'd like,
In a way confused, unsure of their life.
They seem to have endured so much, but I am only young.
Is this a future that I can outrun?

The face is too skinny,the hair way too long.
This cannot be me, surely it's wrong?
He looks so regretful, like he's lost the will to live.
Or maybe society has changed him, almost put him through a sieve.

We need to break free,
A little anarchy.
We need to become more than a group,a movement if you will.
To help people think of more than jus paying their bills.
There's more to life than numbers in a bank,
when you see what I mean there's no turning back.
Go places you wanna see, do what makes you happy.
If it brightens up your day it doesn't matter to me.

We're all puppets, it's just I can see the strings!
They promise all sorts but we all know what they'll bring.
Lies, corruption, a world ruled by the wealthy!
Spying, restrictions they don't care if it's healthy!
If they stay in charge, and we play their game.
They'll abandon their promises, put aside their aims.

There is a way out, you can come with me now!
Listen closely, I'll show you how!
Get rid of your tv, go out and learn!
Come back aware, we've got flags to burn.

You didn't make an effort, you didn't even try.
Now I'm sitting questioning myself and I don't know why.
You had on chance, and you threw it away.
I'm standing right here and you've still got nothing to say?
For all the times we shared together and,
when you said we were forever.

I absorbed your lie , I completely believed it.
Looking back this time I wonder how I couldn't see it.
A two face, who distorted everything,
until I was all yours and you were winning.
I've broken free now, and I can see all my mistakes.
But you're gonna keep going on breaking people and you're never gonna change.

You had a pretty face but your heart?An empty space.

Looking behind me, tripping as i turn.
I got places to be, and pathways to burn.
I am an agent of freedom, a runner of these walls.
You may think you've got me, you must know nothing at all.
I blaze my path of redemption, you will move or burn too.
These lies they feed you about us, they are simply not true.
They have tried to catch me, but their trust makes them weak.
For it is only truth and freedom, that runners like me seek.

I traverse this city of glass, this prison of closed thoughts.
People all obey here, it's how they've been taught.
Our enemies do not understand us, our fellow runners do,
they make their mark here, as can you.
Information is everywhere, but the truth hard to find.
People do not question these rules, they simply abide.