White Knuckles Clench No Dreams,
Lips Speak No Truth--No Beauty,
Skin Beaten Black And Blue,
From The Hollowed Hearts We Carry,
Most Crumble Under This Weight,
Disintegrating Under The Influence,
Of Stereotypical Fame, Image, And Behavior,
Of Imperious And Deleterious Pride,
This Beginning Is No End--Just A Plethora Of Paths,
But Most Of Us Think That There Is No End,
So We Make One For Ourselves,
There Is No Ambition To Push For Change,
There Is No Passion Which Burns Behind Our Eyes,
There Is No Rapture In Our Already Corrupted Souls,
Our Minds Are Asleep--Drunk With The Desire To Escape,
We Have Palms--But They Do Not Reach For Stars,
We Have Feet--But We Don't Know How To Stand,
And We Have Eyelids, But We Cannot Keep Them Open