Hiding behind our busy lives
We tell tomorrow to hold on to our sorrows
While we sleep with our pasts
In hidden valleys full of truths
Discovering that we are all insure
Masking our deficiencies with violence
Anger flows through our veins
Hugging our hearts as it hurts
Anxiety knocks on our numb minds
As breathing becomes a hard task

To avoid being vulnerable we blame being busy
We replaced love with fiction
Time with fantasy, Pain with drugs
All sleep walking in our nightmares
The only alarm clock left is reality