People say they can see my future in high definition
Well I only see black and white
Depicting that I'm wrapped up in an endless cycle
Trying to find the safe way out of a problem
Only to find my way back into it
And it's just gotten worse
I see that metaphorical ghost
Of the past present and future
Trying to show me my mistake
My path and that time paradox
Where I talk to myself
Only it's not me but a possible me
Trying to warn me that this isn't the track for me
Only to be blocked by requests from
Him, her, him, him, her, him, her
All these applauds from cardboard cutouts
My voice being blocked by...
Fake
My voice being blocked by...
Fake
My voice being blocked by the fake
The adrenaline of being forced out of a house
Told that I'm not trustworthy
Kept out of a loop I was interested in
I'm being told by myself
I'm going down a path I possibly can't come back from
That I'm gonna feel pain worse than getting a tattoo
Worse than fracturing a knee
Worse than even the end of the world
I'm going down...
Black and white
Technicolor
I'm going down...
People say they can see my future in high definition
But I can only see black and white
With shades of red for the blood

Tears falling from my face
****** tears
Crying my heart
Away from the darkness
First time inside the light
And it burns
Burns from my skin to my soul
Driving my demons back into hiding
Causing my senses to regain control
And I cry
Not for the freedom that's been granted
Not for the release from steel
That held my hands down
I cry tears for those fallen
Fallen from my blood soaked talons

What happened to the boy
Who was carefree and wild
What happened to the kid
Who loved the universe
What happened to the child
Smiling at the world
What happened to him
Was the harsh response given

I write myself into barriers
Isolating myself from this
Cold, desolate world
Written in ink
By my own ego
My superior inferiority
Guides my mind and hand
To a false truth
The wrong understanding of a
Fast paced
Blurred
Masochistic
Dystopian utopia
Meant for all
Left to me to rule
Left to me to be too cruel
And banish others
I guide myself with my work
Into a harmful state
To isolate
And devastate
This great debate
That rages in my mind
For all time

I've fallen from her grace
Left to wallow in my own disgrace
Burdened with my trials of misery
Before I can continue my history

A monster lingers inside my soul
Waiting for the moment to strike
Waiting for my weakness to rise
And gather more control

I left my former life of death
For a new body of hope
The strength of my past
The wrath of my present
Shape the love of my future