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Too much to find, so much, so little time. |
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So many images persist to shade my mind. |
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Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground? |
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Will I still be standing when it all comes around? |
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(Why can't I) seem to sort it out? |
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(Why am I) always filled with doubt? |
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So many people everywhere, so self-absorbed without a care for their viral lives. |
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I'd like to bleed them all. |
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When all is drained, who shall hold? |
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When mindless bodies screw tortured souls, |
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Will somebody be there to catch me when i fall? |
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(Why can't I) seem to sort it out? |
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(Why am I) always filled with doubt? |
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(How could I) always be so blind? |
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(Why can't I ) Why can't I figure it out? |
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I could always hope for change, could always hope to rearrange. |
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But why not just abandon hope and tear it all apart now? |
