Someday, is today.
Not one, dreams make.
The nightmares, we denied.
The impending, end of times.
I say, it’s divine,
Reckoning day, I reckon it’s mine,
But I feel totally fine.
I’ve already done my time.
I’m ready to finally find,
What lies between the lines,
It’s Implied, but I guess we’re all blind.

We spend our lives in fear.
Leaving behind a trail of tears,
Forced by our sorrows,
A better tomorrow,
Is nowhere to be found,
A hopelessness that’s become renowned.
That’s when we learn to hate,
Fearing we’ll never finding this place,
An insecurity that never shows its face,
So I hate, and I place that face on you,
It doesn’t matter who.
We all just want to belong.
Maybe we’re too far gone,
But we can’t deny this place exists.
There can’t be pain without bliss,
Can’t find the mark without a miss,
Resist,
Insist,
This hell on earth proves heaven must exist,
Whatever heaven is.