Shadowed thoughts lost in a dream
Unearth the emotion,
Release the imagination,
Undo the seams.
The bottled chaos will be set free
When all these necessities arise with me.
Once i am ready to leave my grave,
I will not be supported
But weighed down with chains
Crawling through the shadows
CHasing the light,
Whilst everyone yelling:
"That light is too bright"
Buried by hate, frustration, depression
If i open my ears to all of your lies
Will i survive or will i die?
