Can they stand up to us Long enough to shake our bones? Are they really as brilliant as they say? Why is it so subjective? Even in the daytime I can still feel the same and so ambiguous all at once so I'm as complicated as you want me to be Changing tires on the wagons of our crumbling democracy Feeling whether or not anything changed I never caught it at first like everyone else Daydreaming of hell feeling insane Re-creating more pain Breeding isolation Even though now I'm more like everyone else