When you're looking up at me
and down at yourself, do you feel unwell?
Your faith is yours,
Your belief is yours,
I'm not part of the meaning,
I'm not part of the reason,
This is you, this is yours.
Had to steal myself back,
My skull is grated and I'm on the attack,
If I desired to see a distorted reflection of myself,
I'd look into a mirror not at someone else.
I am not a hero or a savior,
I won't be dehumanized by these lies,
I won't lose my mind as I know that I am,
Just myself and nothing else.
Are we so weak?
Are we so lost?
The condition is revolting,
And it takes a high price and toll,
Buying morality and selling broken souls.
Will you find yourself?
Will you fight for yourself?
This war is for justice,
This war is for truth,
I'll fight to change,
This apathetic and motionless view
Scream it out loud, what will you do?
When will you make a move?