When you watch it bleed,
thoughts provoked by unspoken words,
careless whispers,
thrown into turmoil,
vision so blurred that you cannot see,  
you lie to your soul but it already knows the truth,
blind gods and meaningless christs,
swim for the shore,
to horizons lights,
cling to the things that make it alright.

We are young men buried in books
Shoveling words every day
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Ours minds drained deep in the pools
Of knowledge. So they say
We are young men buried in books.

We find ourselves caught in hooks
Of wisdom seekers shall we pray?
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Exhausted, some will turn into crooks
While we proudly remain grey
We are young men buried in books.

We bear fruit of hope from the roots
Of pain so follow the rules we lay
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Are we zombies in schools?
In our paths we never stray.
We are young men buried in books
As we are gradually shaped into tools.

Crazy is as Crazy do
I'm not crazy like you
But I'm crazy enough to pursue
You and tread fast through
All the fire that we threw
It was His wind that blew
Our hearts foundations, cue
The hurricane of emotions true
I can't leave lest my face turn blue
From the lack of love from you
"Love is like oxygen,
If you get too much
You get too high,
Not enough
And you're gonna
Die;
Love gets you high"
You are my new addiction
My hearts new affliction
A source of inner friction
Sparks an impassioned diction
Creates the necessary condition
For an amorous combustion