You exhaust me, oh night
with your brewing blanket of beauty
with the sounds of air circulating through vents
with your dark fingers that demand to
hold my attention.
let me go let me go.
Words from the soul
flow only when I'm with you, oh night.
There is no right without wrong
but where do I belong
in the blurred lines of morality.
I wish I was this, I wish I was that
Are you a person or a lab rat
under supervision of the Media,
a doctor who specializes in the swing of society.
Caught up in accepting mediocrity
You forget how frickin' great you could be.
You get in the car and fasten your seat belt yet the car isn't moving at all. It isn't moving at all 'cause you're in the wrong seat. Swing over your feet and step on the gas, and watch all the time standing pass.

But you're not this and you're not that. You're not a rat or in a car. You're in a bed, lying down, trying to tune out the sound of humming vents that echo emptiness into your ears.

"Fears," it whispers.