Tides that grow with every hour
We will always be the punisher
Kings and queens and presidents
No matter the place
The world refused to change
But we are not the whole world
Denizens of bored space
Children are born to laugh
Walking out into the sun
To fall into graves
With no ground
Now our pain remains
Most cannot change
Life still remains the same

All I ever wanted was to be me
As I get older, the past gets foggy
Who I was and who I will be
Intertwine into a twisted philosophy
What am I?
When will I be me?
The world offers answers
But only in extremes
Staring deep into the dark
Sanity on a string
Always asking what I will bring
The bell always rings
Never brings peace
I would say I have a future
But who will I be?

The one with everything
Feels nothing
Wanting to feel something
Only bringing suffering

Are you there?
Staring in through the window
Vague outlines
Absorbing the shadows
You look like me
But I never really know
If you are me
Penumbra with reflection
Sharing all the signs
Of a figment of humanity

Left to right
Side to side
Scales balance the rising tides
Humanity
Side to side, extreme beliefs
With no reason or identity
Covering up scars and scratches
Running around, a deafening sound
All to ignore reality
Balance brings brilliance
But we sell disharmony
When we sleep, when we breathe
We will ignore certainty

All around, up and down
War with sound
Brought down
To the depths of my soul
All I say is "farewell"
To who I was, who I could be
If only I knew what I ever was
So much noise, all around
Going mute, turning around
The choir bleeds with sound
Wailing now, flailing around
They have the world
They want the universe
All I need, all I desire
Peace with quiet
Quiet with peace

All the hate
All the rage
I wonder, deep down
If it was never anger
Sadness maybe?
A rage against what cannot be?
Who did they want to be?
Under the surface
Tortured souls
Begging for love
That will never come home