We're crushing flowers at our feet,
parting realities that seemed so real.

Regretted actions and apathies
lie waiting in the seams,
striving for solutions,
but we still haven't got the means.

Seeking out the definitions
for the problems that we leave.

Behind the masks we scramble
with fear stapled to our hearts.

We're viewing fate then
we become the objects of our hate.

Breathing insanity.
More brotherhood in vain...

We're crossing paths
we've littered with our
thoughts against the grain;
ready to stop the sky from falling,
as to freedom we depart.

Collapsing barriers and
breaking down the walls;
releasing fallacies that
keep us synchronized.
We're crossing limitations that kept us down.
Break the chains; and pick yourself up off the ground.