from The Ashes Rising

Hearts frozen, bodies on the ground
 With oceans of grief to drown in
Why bother? 
Why stand? 
Why care anymore? 

Our world keeps on dying,
How can we turn this around? 
Are doomed as a species,
How to unmake this hell? 

Sleeping in the fire, we’re conditioned to not feel
 flames consume us,
We don’t feel it
We don’t know it is real

Too distracted by social media to go out in the world,
To afraid of each other,
We’re all alone

Ice filled viens stepped in apathy
Told to close our eyes we always obey

Smile for the camera make it look real
Make our dead eyes sparkle, hide us from ourselves

Our true selves imprisoned, we don’t know who we are
Our masks became lifelike in their hatred and vice

Something is wrong here, 
Our world makes no sense
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When a new war happens we think as we’re told
 asking no questions 
We absorb all their lies
hide our face from the truth
Turn reality off
Faced with knowledge and freedom
Why keep choosing lies? 

Get the new kind of makeup, and the newest of trends
Be enslaved to the system 
Turn away your face
Don’t watch our world end

Blame ourselves for our anger, it must be our fault 
Nothings wrong with this system,
It must be wrong with us

 lies start unraveling,
Still trapped in this web, yet we yearn for our freedom
We’re ashamed to admit

Pieces fit together, still the image is merkey  
hearts start to waken 
We breathe 
We think

The worlds full of darkness,
 but least it makes sense

Stop standing in fire placed under your feet
Don’t obey
Don’t be silent
Don’t be controlled

A lifetime is too long to be lied to
Used and controlled






 
















 




 

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