There’s something inside the worlds heart, grown so cold I wonder if the children will ever be able to breathe a clean air and no pollution. Without the demon inside, it’s in you, it’s in me. And I can’t feel this place inside my heart come to life, I can’t feel, the spirit in me being born. When I can’t see what’s real in this world anymore. When I can’t feel what’s in the heart of this world and when I did - I didn't agree.
There’s something in my heart I can’t get it out. There’s always something or somebody standing in the way.
There’s someone dreaming beside me, it could be the whole of the world, waking up to realize that there’s been something taking their lives away. Taking your dreams. Taking your voices. Taking your minds. Taking everything that they can take away from you.
A hurt so bold and smoldering inside a soul, darkened by the life that mistakes hate, for love. Mistakes their fiction for freedom. Just what would it take to climb out of this blackened world? Just what would it take to see how evil everything truly is? While it's religion to not pay attention, it's also a whole world that's going right by you.
It's as if we're watching our lives flash before our eyes, and there isn't a thing we can do to really get to any kind of reality where we are free and feeling good. The world is main-lining peoples sadness and utter chaos. The world's mainstream sucks and eats away at everything great. Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get a piece of our humanity back?