Life slips away, these are hard times for the dreamers.
7th Street passages, and forgotten savages.
They take all the information from our phones, collecting meta data to destroy us,
but no one understands the life that ends up hurt. No one even knows.
The soulless curses left in Churches, separating the state, from the torment
written across the worlds faces. We see the desperation, where no one is helping them.
We need to find a way to a better place,
Broken dreams with silent screams, that no one hears.
We need to find a better place,
To escape the life that we all used to know.
Lying in misery, in a child's dream
madness, in a room filled with sadness.
Will you ever know my name, for the person that I wished to be?
Will you ever know who I am inside? Or just another figment of your imaginings to be?
I need to find a way to get out of this place,
As something's got to give.