Hear me now

We call the survivors victims of their darkest days

The scars they bear are on heart, soul and face

As if no mask could hide their disgrace of another's sins

When watched for behavior

Becomes a steak-out of fear

That unpredictability of their burdened minds

And everyone's a savior

A well doer

Everyone knows the remedy and you're just a prisoner

Your own mind is a cage to your fear, hate and rage

Come out

No one is judging you or watching you or knowing who you are

Let us help you because we know so much about what it is you're going through

No, nothing will ever be wrong again

And the burdens of your heart are forgotten to be happy

See the sun

It is shinning just for you and the clouds that rain

Are not tears but forgotten horrors soaked away

To come down upon another

Everyone knows more than the soul that knows it all

Firsthand is too close to understand what's really going on

You just perceive what's unreal in the madness of what's unknown

These shadows only dance because you hold the pistol

Why torment your dreams when you can be free

Remember the days when you could forget the anxieties of ignorance

Strength is the only weapon against strength

Why do you refuse to be strong

The good are always the best and the weak

Well

The weak are an illusion that we burry in the maimed

Feelings are a commodity we could do without

Just look at the bloodied hands and shallow graves that scatter

The horizon brims with people full of knowledge and understanding

Can you hear the angles singing

This is the time for reconciliation

And those poor souls to pierced to join the choir

The streets can hold enough

The drains of our livelihood more

And what cannot be washed away can always be forgotten

That's what they tell you

That's what you hear and oh so long to believe

You want the pain to be removable

You want to forget with the break of your heart

Believing is seeing the lie and loving it still

Knowing is for those who care to be miserable

What's the point in forgiving and forgetting

So be free

And the shells of the dead can crumble

To the soft pavement of sand

To sustain this way of life that is the only way worth living