We're crushing flowers at our feet, parting realities that seemed so real. Regretted actions and apathies lie waiting in the seams, striving for solutions
But we still haven't got the means
Seeking out the definitions for the problems that we leave. Behind the masks we scramble with fear stapled to our hearts. We're viewing fate then we become the objects of our hate
Breathing insanity
More brotherhood in vain...
We're crossing paths we've littered with our thoughts against the grain; ready to stop the sky from falling
As to freedom we depart
Collapsing barriers and breaking down the walls; releasing fallacies that keep us synchronized. We're crossing limitations that kept us down
Break the chains; and pick yourself up off the ground