You Better Run.

Hiding in the background, waiting for the hope, holding on to you ghost.
Family is a saying until it becomes a truth, bleeding life, crying time, you waist your light but hide deep inside your mind.
They told you it would be fine, it never was, I hold myself down as I see sun and feel the air.
Presence is made by clouds of dust and sweat, the floor becomes your friend, the razor your companion, death your soul mate.
Surrounded by the insane, having the same, feeling the weight.
Lies are you, mental teasing, as you know it you are lost, lost in your own crime, but hold on the what you think you know and just maybe, you can find your inner light.