Under the Surface

Why do I stand alone, in this world so cold,
Thinking I myself could turn the globe,
Deep inside this soul it grows, its hope,
In my eyes, to do this on my own,
How can I start to explain it, when I myself
Manipulated the hatred caused by this nations so called wealth,
The mentality itself that society brings,
Hooks to you from youth like cords, ties, and strings,
As were born a life is mourned, and hundreds torn to pieces,
And as we form more and more, they attach to us like leaches,
We influence this hell, as we do it to ourselves and create our own diseases,
We must grind away to save our youth,
And find a day to embrace the truth,
It's like our lack of conciseness, turns to incompetence,
It's all too much to swallow so it lies deep in my esophagus,
If we only rely on science to buy this, our people will defy us with violence,
So I try to deny it by trying to hide it, but inside I'm dying to fight it,
So I figure its time to just write it,
Can we as people make it through the dark nights,
Only time can tell, we stand toe to toe in this fight,
Am I the only one who can see that we're fighting ourselves?

Written by Mike Taylor