Skeletons we hide,
Behind the laws we abide,
Hidden inside our hearts,
The evil goes deep and wide.

To keep the truth hidden,
Label others heathen,
All the stories are made up,
If you speak up, it's treason.

Here's a series of lies,
While the truth dies,
Upcoming new seasons,
Existence cries.

What i need and what i get
Are all the same in the eyes of the dead
"Pain and misery, life is suffering
People hurt eachother" the man said

in the end, nothing mattered
Bones get shattered
We all die the same
Ashes scattered

Racial wars, religious wars
People die or put behind bars
Ashamed of humans and what they've done
They say "the best must be ours"

wanting more power, their greed and lust
The other people pay the cost
They don't care, they do what they want
This is humanity in my eyes, unjust

here in the darkest night
wondering when will the morning comes
under this dim moon light
unable to control my thoughts

i think about heaven and hell
and the reason, they made the lies
and what comes after death
are we able to hear our loved ones cries

i remember these words
"you don't die as long as you're remembered"
and think
if that's the case we are already dead and gone

because now i know that
we are all someone
but never ourselves
remembered by no one

I can only picture dying,
I've exhausted my own mind.
It's not for lack of trying,
To extinguish these thoughts of mine.

All things I see are blue,
But I love the blue Winter air.
I'm scared of heights; that's true,
But I walk on a tightrope without a care.

I'm toying with a sordid thought,
Just to see if madness is that bad but it's not.
Insanity and madness is all that I've got,
I've tried and I have tried but it just won't stop.

This may be the last you read from me,
I just can't keep up the lie.
This may be the last I write to you,
But when it's time, paint the flowers blue.