Surely it’s a dream, this thing I’m living
\nSomehow something’s wrong, I’m taking and not giving
\nSomething wrong, given to me
\nI’ve got to be myself, forever to be
\nI’ve been jaded so long ago, I’m not real
\nA hidden holocaust, I cannot feel
\nThis thing I’ve been given, exasperated
\nLike my surroundings have vanished, been evacuated.<\/p>\n
Surely I can’t feel, the pain you say I give
\nI think you’d be better, if I couldn’t live
\nMy body gets numb, as I lie cold
\nStanding up for me, so courageous and bold
\nBelieve in what I stand for, is all that I ask
\nNot for a lot, not that great a task
\nI’d get down on my knees, to prove this to you
\nIt’s you I choose to please, I alerady thought this through.<\/p>\n
These pages so blank, like my pale expression
\nIt seems lately, I’m trapped in a great depression
\nScratching at the walls, there seems no way out
\nBreaking down the walls, scream with fear to shout
\nMy eyes have forseen, thsi blood pouring down
\nI know what might have been, a smile from a frown
\nThere is no escape, from this prison I have created
\nForming oppositions, I’ve been sanctioned and traded.<\/p>\n
Why can’t I see, this horror you say I create?
\ni’m forcibly impaired, for being too late
\nScurrying by, walking past you go
\nSame routine each night, it’s you I shall never know
\nA vision in a dream, this that I once had
\nOf a memory I’ve got, of a man once called dad
\nAs this horror catches up to me, I can not get away
\nForgotten of myself, a little less every day.<\/p>\n
These pages seem so full now, as I convey my thoughts
\nRemember all these words, that I once had fought
\nAnd I sit back, and realize I’m right
\nYou’ve forgotten, I’m not going without a fight
\nYou won’t let me win, but I just won’t qui
\nI won’t let you in, but you won’t submit
\nThis time has ended now, I escape myself
\nI’ve made it out, this time somehow, I relieve myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Surely it’s a dream, this thing I’m living Somehow something’s wrong, I’m taking and not giving Something wrong, given to me I’ve got to be myself, forever to be I’ve been jaded so long ago, I’m not real A hidden holocaust, I cannot feel This thing I’ve been given, exasperated Like my surroundings have vanished, been evacuated. Surely I can’t feel, the pain you say I give I think you’d be better, if I couldn’t live My body gets numb, as I lie cold Standing up for me, so courageous and bold Believe in what I stand for, is all <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":171,"menu_order":1,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"song.php","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n