What does it take
How long must I wait
Isn't it funny
The dreams we create
Finally we think
The day is here
Those days are passed
Released from the fear
Then the realization
The final truth
We will never get out of this cycle
It will not pass with youth
We are slaves to our minds
Our hopes are cruel masters
Each broken dream another crack
Of the whip that fuels our own disaster
Our bloodshot eyes are the proof
We are the awoken dead
The reddened veins are the fragments
Of a heart broken by the head
The eternal battle has just been won
Our hearts stain the Field
Bleeding and wounded
By the responsibility the head wields
Dreams and hopes destroyed
Future finally marred
Logic and reason conquer all
Mu emotions finally barred
