Touched by the invisible hand of secrecy
Drifting into the sands of uncertainty
Wielding nothing by my thoughts which I use as blocks
Headed toward the top which is lonesome but unable to stop

Corn fields are burning and were running outta' food
Someone shouts from the barn were out of wood
We need the fire in us all to spark once again
For the name that we started with is surely soon to be dead

Courses of intelligence weaken the purest of our souls
Were listed, were branded with a nowhere' to go
Through the woods lined with screens flash that and so
We are lead away from a world that we'll never know

What has happened to our youth, our young, our truth?
We are stuck in a place that seems neither down nor up
Heads reeling I see nothing but the madness in this time
Am I truthful or is this voice of mine turning to a shrill whine?

Perhaps these words will reach someone with another kinda' pride
Laying somewhere quiet with too many books kept inside
Stretched out the bed with a sun hitting softly to the top of your head
Questioning aloud towards action where that mind is being lead

The time for revolution holds a different sound when rung aloud
Convenience plagues our land always gripping the palm of my hand
Maybe I'm lost, old fashioned or the mind is mixed and tossed
But deep inside I was never good at agreeing with any sort of boss

Connecting through forums that are neither connected nor through
How can you tell if the person your speaking with holds eyes of blue?
What are you gonna do when they show up at your door
Saying you signed this and that while asking you for more?

These knees are a breaking beneath me and I can't believe
No I can't believe daily what my eyes do see
There are too many worries in the world to keep me afloat
Something better happen before I check my pockets and end up broke