Save us they say,
they have stolen our hearts,
they have chopped us up,
and sold our body parts.
Save us they say,
they have taken our rights,
and these rights are ours,
we gained them through our fights.
Save us they say,
as they look for others,
we are dying here,
protects our sisters, mothers and brothers.
Save us they say,
as they cower in fear,
unable to go on,
only steering clear.
Save us they say,
as they lie down and die,
I blame only you,
as I have lived a lie.

I rather bleed on to paper
And have people know I was here
Than bleed onto cold pavements
And have it washed by the rain

Till I father you,
Just let those nights abuse you
Just let those winds cut you

Till I father you,
Just let those wounds hang up to dry
Just break your heart and silently die

Till I father you,
Just let those men abuse you
Just let those women belittle you

Till I father you,
Just know when I break your wings it is for your own good
Just know when my screams tear at your flesh it is for your own good

Till I fatther you,
Just know I am never here to listen
Just know you were forced upon me

Being with me is like following a moth
when you could be chasing butterflies

Glowing orange tombstones litter a concrete graveyard. This highway is home to emptiness and breakdowns of both mind and machine. The blinding glare of the sunrise can be seen through rear view mirrors and squinted eyes. Shrines to lives lost long ago are scattered along the roadside at random. Living is merely being seconds away from death. You can drive forever, but never far enough to escape eternity.

My heart is broken beyond repair
I dont want anyone to come near
I still am afriad I still have fear
becausr you were what I held dear

Society tries to make you feel like plain white
Among rainbow bright

During the day,it is covered by the facade of crazy people on full streets.
People who would gently snap your neck if you too do not beat to their hostile drums.
People who are dying in their skins but still plaster that red lipstick and wear those ripped jeans.
People who crave festivals and cry out to favourite songs.
People who want to be saved,but don't know why.

Then at night,it begins to break free from its shell,lights come on and brighten the blurred scene making it look like a one of a kind painting that has swallowed light.
The people are replaced by stars,but you still see the headlights of some sleepless people,chanting as they carry on with their dreary chores.
The breeze the only authenticity melding with the mist as dawn slowly begins to break away from dusk.
And then,it is awake again.

You were born as nothing
Yet you lived as everything
And died as something