Simplicity is not a curse where strength is humbled and the powerless rise (and the powerless rise). We can represent now what will one day be complete. We are not forgotten, for a kingdom is offered beyond that of golden streets. So I understand the feeling of helplessness, when we are just taught to wait here.wait here for death. Many choose to find their hope in the thoughts of afterlife, when there is none to be found right here before we die. How much grievance will it take to awaken us from the comfort of our homes? How much grievance will it take to awaken us? striving for identity, buried by our lack of interest, souls marked as mere history. Many of us have turned off the light outside, erasing what exists beyond our front door.Īnd for you I find it harder to reach common ground than my most glaring opposition.īut what about those who've lost the luxury of choice? Until our anger burns against injustice, we will create the faceless by dismissing those forced to concede. Like a colorless sky over a sea of nothingness, hatred faces its enemies while apathy strikes furtively. I need to know that feelings of discontent are stronger than indifference for those too weak to stand. Where all lines are the same a portrait cannot be made. I've tried to find reconciliation behind the walls of those whose hatred burns.įor I find it easier to reach someone who still feels, than to make amends with passionless apathy. Reach out your hand, reach out your hand Anger and Apathy Reach out your hand to find forgiveness (reach out your hand), Only to be plagued by disease (plagued by disease). Whitewashed tombs (whitewashed tombs) have hidden the truth. I still believe that there is hope for us,Īnother blind guide replacing divine eyes (eyes). Reach out your hand, reach out your hand. Through select revelations that we choose to believe.Īnother blind guide replacing divine eyes.ĭisguised by authority, sealing out subversion.įor we unknowingly worship icons of ordinary life. It was never a sacred mandate to accept conformity, While religion tries to blame what we cannot see, We are made twice the sons of hell as before. for us to be set free.Īnd in the parallels (parallels) we struggle to upkeep (struggle to upkeep), we are not the same.Īnd in the parallels we struggle to upkeep, It's clear the only lines between the ones we preserve. In the tension between devouring want or simple need struggle to upkeep, there is a better way for us to be set free.įrom all it is we crave, there must be more to life than to simply stay alive. I am a walking contradiction that's found consistencyĬonsuming everything, all without producing sustenance. Never starving yet never quite satisfied. Fading back into an anodyne sea.įading back. Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone. In my convictions (convictions), I've found my own grave, but amongst the dead we all fade away. In my convictions I've found my own grave (my own grave), but amongst the dead we all fade away. Stand on conviction and you'll walk alone.Ī voice is only a noise without someone to hear, and without a crowd to feed that noise grows silent.įor once I have stood, no one will know, but alone I was born and alone we must go.įading back into an anodyne sea, to drown with all who've gone before me. So we stand alone or join those who follow in misery. Yet solitude is better than a life not worthy of reaction. In my convictions I've found my own grave, but amongst the dead we all fade away.
Stand on conviction and you will walk alone.įor once I have stood (I have stood), no one will know, but alone I was born and alone we must go. We've only spoken to those who agree, and without them we've fallen on deaf ears. Common and silent we will die in this world. None of this matters, none of these words.
Unless we lay down our lives for those who still suffer. Personal redemption cannot change the world, It seems our problems solve themselves, when we look to those truly in hell. Why won't we look beyond us? Why won't we look beyond our despair? It seems our problems solve themselves, when we look beyond our suffering. It seems our problems solve themselves, when we look beyond us to those truly in hell. Ya.compared to those who know real agony. So why not erase this point of view? My suffering is trivial.īeyond our suffering.
The more I focus on myself, then the more helpless that I become. when we look beyond us to those truly in hell. It seems our problems solve themselves when. When I look to myself as a source of ending pain, no matter how many times before I've failed. There is nothing that can be said to stop us from making mistakes. Bound to learn the hard way (hard way), this is the human condition.
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