People are smiling, cheering their friends Lifting the spirits of those that don't dissent Carefree, responsible and respectfully mature While only the pauses from routine, work as my cure
White light strikes the prism of my life Prisoner of time, I am a slave of my grief I'm blinded by your expectations and needs They are weighing down on my survivor's instincts
I'm choking on my tears, I'm preying on my smile I'm dying every morning, I'm dying every night I'm strangling my desires to ever find peace I'm forcing every poison to be gulped in by me
No music can help me, no art can sway me No rush can stop me from laying down to quit No rifle can shoot me, no knife can stab me And hope to **** a soul, but an empty vessel
I sleep and I hope to wake up, no more I have lost all my passions to the mighty orders of bores I caution myself every day to never hope for hope For its a noose, to my shimmering eyes, swinging through death
I can't live like this, I can't suffocate And smile like all my dreams are as my childhood left I can't accept the myopia of the world around me Ridicule of my desire to see myself as a work of art
I can't stay mindless of the fact that all my friends are slaves I can't stay ignorant to the ease of creeps, cheaps and strays I am tired of keeping myself safe, with a silent venomous dagger I need someone to put my faith in and leap into the dark, forever