day to day, conflicted
feels every choice is limited
even compromise is hard to find
everything feels tense again
defense affects every movement
tied in a knot that won't unwind
still feel and live inside the fire of pa**ion
no amount of pain can take it away
gotta have a means to live
just want to feel what content is
even if it's chasing a futile dream
when the day comes
when we won't have to fight
when our pride is nonexistent
when we won't have to hide
inside shells of fear and loathing
when we won't have to find
ways to justify our means of living
we will have already won the revolution