Someone's looking for flaws in a masterpiece
Someone's self-indulgent rage perpetuates twisted joy
Someone's drowning in a pool of fear
Of themselves of the world of some lines to cross
Someone's bearing hopes and dreams
He will reach no matter the cost
Someone's cracking a whip against my back
Someone constantly planning an attack
Someone's killing himself with all that is petty
Someone's healing himself or at least trying to...
But I know...
There is always the horizon
There is always some green grass to call home
An antidote to poison
A pathway to passion
A reason to not be alone
