Searching, hurting, I’ve lost myself again. Searching,
hurting this desperation’s sinking in. What happened to
this place of refuge? And to think I once called this
place home. I feel I have misplaced myself again.
Surrounded by people with a chest full of words to
offend. Tell me how did we let it get like this? And what
will it take for these people to f*cking resist, their
f*cking lies. Self-progression and motivation traded for
blinded eyes. Procrastination of seeking action as we
watch our own demise.