but what do you surrender to if anything at all
does every day put up a fight or just another wall
your hands are still your hands you know, despite the wear and tear
if you decide to honor truth and do this everywhere
the risk is something meaningless when fear is overcome
for nothing then, can shake away the human you'll become
it's not an easy path to walk for shadows will ensue
and every time the darkness falls it latches onto you
the catch is not a catch at all, a lie can only last
as long as you embrace the little voices of your past
the glory's gone, the war parades itself as something else
but let us not be made the fool of everybody's self