Our world is clay for us to shape, so let us sculpt it how we like.
Let’s try not to regurgitate the formulas of our past tries.
Reality flicks its bitter taste into our mouths to jade our eyes.
We’re the arbiters of change, and reality is within our sights.

The essence of aspirations fade
glimmers through the graveyard of your eyes.
Your point of view is deranged.
Hate is fastened to you like a parasite.
Through the creases of your troubled face
leak a misery yearning to embrace the light.
It’s a familiar aura that resonates
with me more than I like.

Don’t worry about finding your way, because all who do get stuck inside it.
I don’t posses the cure for hate, but to find it I’ll dedicate my life.
I went on a another search today, well I googled it to save time.
Articles that were all out of date pointed toward a key from within to
unlock what?
To unlock what? I don’t know...

Harass me in the cruelest ways. I’ll endure all of the torment.
I see through your masquerade into the person who lays dormant.
I’m not ignorant to your pain, nor do I think it’s not important.
Onto me focus your gaze, you’ll see I suffer too.

In the void, always falling. Reaching out my hands to grasp
anything within arms reach, but my descent is too fast.
Mirrors all around me, each display a reflection cracked.
A key that opens nothing, but you’re not alone.