|
Separation from everything. |
|
You boarded up your mind |
|
With whatever you could find. |
|
You chose shelter over the storm |
|
So you could still smile. |
|
You thought hiding from the truth |
|
Would be worthwhile. |
|
I'd rather be awake and fight the misery. |
|
I'll waste away if I stay asleep in my apathy. |
|
I'm not satisfied, trapped in a lie |
|
Locked inside, self-defiled |
|
Mental Suicide |
|
I see further and I feel more finely |
|
And if that burden be the curse |
|
With which I must walk the earth |
|
It's a price worth paying. |
|
Does the body rule the mind? |
|
Or does the mind rule the body? |
|
I think I finally know. |
|
We have to fold something to make ends meet |
|
We're backed into a corner |
|
And forced to live on our knees. |
|
They shun those who think |
|
And silence those who speak. |
|
But fuck authority, |
|
Leaders make us weak. |
|
Shelter your mind |
|
For a little while |
|
From the cold |
|
Truth outside. |
|
Evacuate. |
