Brave aviators
Prepared to fly, leaping off
A shattered foundation

Seeking authenticity
But now the counterfeit
Becomes our best fit
Outlasting all the victims
Of false love, false futures
Deterrents do discourage
Blocking barricades
Hindering the growth
We thought was right
Until we were wrong
Powerful communication
Top tyranny, bottom bureaucracy
The substitute remains the same
But no one will ever know

Words that saved you, shot
Poisoned your vitality
From the exact tongues

Please, reveal to me
Lake of contemplation, my
Twisted visage

Another day left to waste
Lying in wait
Purpose begins to fade
I know it is a fake
When will the ones bound by the heart
Leave my embrace?
Trapped in my headspace
No room for pace, it is all a chase
Tracing the space into the outline of a face
Long erased, out of place
Another day of being replaced
Sinking into disgrace
A life defaced

Days are numbered
Our life is numbered
Labeled from birth
Laminated by death
Do you enjoy life?
Tell me the number
How often do you desire slumber?
You feel encumbered
The pros of life have been outnumbered
The more we see, the less we care
Numerous numbers
Apathy and complacency
Loving life until we realize
We were never truly free
Cannot break our chains
When they are bonded by bone
Binded by bureaucracy

Angels and devils
Sing to push forward
An anthem appropriate
For making prophets
Death denies us
Delayed for the demanding
We still push forward
Conquest motivates us
Creating cognitive challenge, craving corruption
We still push forward
We all have our ones
Preventing our fall
But if they led us to a chasm
Hiding their horror
Divided by the first face
Would we still push forward?