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