Life from a Cynic

Skinned of your identity
Shunned of your sanity
No ones gonna save you
You've got your own beliefs
Taken from under your feet
Falling out of reach
No ones gonna hurt you
Lies are everything
Lifted out of our hearts
What hearts do we have as human beings?
Cold, misguided
When do we end?
When do we cease?
I'm buried alive
In ashes of fright
No ones gonna come warn you
Your alone in the night