The rules made to shape you in a preferred way are set in the strongest stone
So I cut away the ropes which are pulling me up and carry on
But I’m unable to move between one person to the other
My senses demolished, lost, forgotten. Do I want them back?
The louder they scream, the faster my heartbeat and the quicker my pulse will stop
I died for no cause and I rise without reason
Swept away by dreams thinking it was the right corner to turn
The further resistance of any attempts of help, unintentional or not
They can’t see them but does this mean they don’t exist? No.
It was when they took over they became alive
Insane you call me. I am nothing more than myself
Go ahead and rip my veins out and puncture my lungs and choke my breath and extract my blood and pull out my teeth and skin my face
I may be the equivalent to a disease
But you are promoting ignorance to my kind