In this somber home I call my own,
drab ceilings paint shades of grey into my soul
And Im lost somewhere after time and space
while exotic memories and ideals keep my soul awake at night
Morning comes to awake my direst prediction,
Time being the dispassion in my eyes-
what brought me aboard this drowning ship,
Paradise has no place in this society
We stomp, and spit, and vandalize Gods page.
And while you to try to synthesize the meaning behind the world,
its beauty is already near dry, stripped of its innocence.
For life itself is built on simple grounds,
and carries our weight on its tiresome shoulders.
So I scrape and I scurry, and crawl on my knees to
salvage what is left of my home- And for the second time
since war and I collide, I lie bleeding on higher ground.
