War Against Ourselves
I've been there once, I've been there twice, the third I didn't choose, I guess I'm born to lose. My synchronized wounds.
Utopia, it seems like something so far away but so close, just out of grasp. The constant struggle with inner demons is enough to cause the walls to crack within. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is no escape from this personal Hell. There is only the ever constant despair.
They break me down. I can't block the sound so I turn to the one thing I know will not let me down. People don't think to ask what’s wrong. I stop and go to the beat of the broken flow in blood.
Utopia, it seems like something so far away but so close, just out of grasp. The constant struggle with inner demons is enough to cause the walls to crack within. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, there is no escape from this personal Hell. There is only the ever constant despair.
They break me down. I can't block the sound so I turn to the one thing I know will not let me down. People don't think to ask what’s wrong. I stop and go to the beat of the broken flow in blood.