The world is vast and cold and mean
if ever it was to hold perfection
its something i haven't ever seen
violence conjures over the weak hearted
soon every one will get to see
any one too hopeful loses everything
what does this world want to be
a captivity for the cruel of time
bars that guard a taste of hell
all eyes of human lose their shine
something we can not control controls us all
we go along blindly not caring for others
sooner or later every things going to fall
imagination is a key to sanity
believe your living the life you want
at least saver your last hope of profanity
a shadow of what should be will always haunt
do what you may to make it all go away
shut your eyes to everything real
but everything is still there rigid with life
weeping willows start to fall apart
what need is there to mourn for the unstoppable
its control is as forceful as a knife
everyone is in an endless cycle
as the sheer force of hopelessness strides on
bow your heads and go on
its a little thing called life we have to deal with it.
