Your heart bleeds 'til it runs dry/
At times it's deceiving to the eye.
You ride your high horse as you dig your grave/
You can't face the truth because you are a slave.
You know the cure but the system's in shock/
You have the key but you can't open the lock.
You are burning at the stake/
It proves again your double mind is flaked.
The systems m.o. is to drain where you lack/
You find yourself on the flat of your back.
You know of resources outside of your phase/
but your mind is infected by the recurring haze.
Are you back down on your knees for the very last time?/
You can't quit the game until you make up your mind!
You often find that the only way you
know/
is paved with pain because
we all reap what we sow.