I think we have a breath or two left, give or take
Before the last few ounces of our mistakes rise up to meet the tiny space
Within our pounding heads, where thoughts have raced too fast for absolution to compensate
This box we're in is gonna break!
In a matter of seconds it's gonna take complete control of our mental state
Our ability to think critically has been killed, without a single care for our despair
Against our will, we're given pills that make us conform to social norms
Makes us believe that we are free from all that is and what would be a darker shade of reality
We're taught to hide behind this wall of guilt and shame, (cuz we're to blame?) for losing points in a twisted game
The rules are bent at any time, while those keeping score tell all the lies
We try to fix what isn't broken
Our honest thoughts are left unspoken
While future adults pay their token of appreciation by living dead
Their feeble minds starved to the core
They walk our footsteps looking for a brighter day that DOES NOT come
Then to their head they bring a gun that ends it ALL
We fear what's different, misunderstood, the "imperfections" that kill the "good".
Read magazines religiously
Forever praying cuz we want to be just like the buff or size zero
Who play their part of false heroes
They themselves who have been trained to go by looks instead of brains
They writhe in a secret pool of angst that washes away left over bits and pieces of
Forgotten dreams that life ripped at the seams
We hate the mirrors most of all!
They show us what's behind this wall
We turn to run but then we fall
We hit rock bottom and then we crawl
Out of the hole that we dug up
While half asleep with our mouths sewn shut
The cycle then begins again…
Unless we put it to an end
Unless we break the tubes that bind the tainted knowledge feeding our mind
Will you stay put or will you crawl out of your hole beneath that wall?