The words echo, and my arms go numb,
tired of waiving the cost from the past- it's begun.
So we sit; and ponder what's left in the world,
we try to right what's wrong, but "it's up to the lord."
Then we wonder if he's real, how can he let us feel..
all this pain that backfires at us, it seems too real.
We just want a break from the truth, can we go back to our youth?
when everything was easy- we weren't there to pollute.
we didn't make the world what it is today,
just acted as witnesses and tried to get away.
let me ask..
what makes you think you can make the change?
your pockets are empty and it all remains the same.
At a constant rate, we spin and attempt to embrace,
the perfect imbalance of what's real and what's fake.
you pick up your feet, feeling the world crash underneath,
all the nights where the moon pursued you with deceit.
painting peaceful night skies, only to tear apart the canvas,
it deafens the cries, washing away where the tears landed.
Tending to the garden that we call life, we strive to fall, right?
the calls might return in autumn or when the sun hides at night.
but until then I'll stay locked in my room with a busted pen,
try to write in my world of doom, I've adjusted to sin.
Why am I so mad at you, hate will always reign true
I left my umbrella in the car and now I can't save you.
all the walls that I pass, none of them speak loud,
they just keep it to themselves but I know I let 'em down.
My fist winds up, ready to tear down what taught me to trust,
like Berlin in Germany I'm ripping down what tore me up.
just another..brick in the wall, no different from you all,
but I shine, in a black hole; you can't swallow me whole, but as I fall..
the angels sing...while the leaves paint themselves with autumn
and the seasons hesitantly change, we all..we all just remain the same.
Just another goddamn brick in the wall.
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