Show me what to hope for,
something i dont wanna see.
the helplessness that clutches me close,
pulling me somewhere i dont wanna be.
Showing me belife,
making me hear.
but i can see the slavery,
all the fear.
Showing me,
making me see the fear.
Making me hear the voices,
whispering in my ear.
Never stopping,
everything going fast.
Never knowing what to think.
to confusing of a past.
Its hard to think,
easy to see.
hard to flee,
but way to easy to belive.
All the rooms,
all the doors,
all the traps,
all the floors.
Cant tell up or down,
side to side.
smile or frown.
Everything upside down.
Still showing me all these things,
they think its simple,
but my confusion sings. |
