I find myself on this empty roof looking down at my own reflection like a portal leading to another world of existence.....

like two worlds a combined into one...

a twisted part of reality and the peaceful part of life and death....


a world without sin without struggle fighting to survive....

this place is slowly rotting into pieces waiting for the next fool to pick up the pieces...

even if you can find all the pieces what can you build
nothing
you will just give in to your greed

we all do....

this a comedy this government ....

it's going to trap their self in their own baretraps slowly waiting to bleed out unless we stand together as one as a family
maybe we can survive
shrimp and numbers can build Nations .. .

if you feel what I feel if you see what I see hear what I hear please stand with me maybe we might have hope  
or maybe I'm just mad