In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...
We, society, see a problem child, a kid that...
A teenager who just intentionally sets about...
I look at my present condition and
I let out a few tears...
Deep inside, there is another me;
Desperately pleading, waiting to be free...
Let Orpheus drown out their voice
for I am not ready to leap into the wild sea...
They pay me well
To whisk them away...
Moments dwindle on a thought,
Perceived by subtle notions...
Everyone is in a race,
to find their place...
The pale dawn illuminates your face
Cold and uncaring...
Sheeple!
We hear your call, see your tears...
Stood looking from within the bottle
looking out at life, People going about...
Nobody knows that
some people do all their best...