I start to decide what is real and what is not

I'm left with open hands,

Handing out my advice,

To those without a choice to themselves,

I'd rather the dead had the strength to listen to themselves,

To be free of me and all I am,

Inside a dying land, flowers bloom out our hands,

I give in to you,

Decipher our language,

Written in our hands,

Written in the sands of a sun,

Orbiting around me, this dying tongue,

I hope to bury youth,

I hope to bury truth,

Feel the sickness in my disease,

Let it bring you to your knees,

Hear me dying as I stand upon my broken legs and speak to you now,

Let this wasteland in our tongues, open you wider and decide if you will live,

Let me break away all that I am inside of this dying land,

Break away the lies, and see the lives of those who live,

And break away all that we are,

See the truth for yourself,

And all that we are,

A black hole forms inside of you,

The rest of us call it, hysteria,

We watch as you collapse underneath words, over and over and over again,

You cannot fucking handle what we say, because inside you know the truth is mundane,

You cling to the end, the edge of it all, you want to watch as this black hole begins,

Sit and stand upon your seat, right next to me,

As we start to see this world unfold,

It's taking us closer to the end of this edge,

The edge of our grand parents lives, they stand so close,

I think they know, this turn is theirs to fold,

Cast the light of the life of the days,

Over my bones as I say what I mean, what I need for you to believe in me,

This fever dream of knowing nothing but what you are,

Fold over me without a second glance,

I think you know, the sight of a god when you dance in the night of your ending life,

The harbinger of death, looks like sons living their lives,

Sounds the bells,

Resemble the mask of feeling,

So terrified of the truth,

This perspective of being,

Inside of this animal of truth,

Keep me in the darkness, I fucking beg of you,

Let me cascade my dreams, while you wage your endless wars over you,

Break away, civil wars, end the dark, end the whores,

You terrify me with your words, you leave to me to interpret what you truly mean,

A monkey with a mouth, built to deceive

You ask me to stop, and my push my heart, onto the lines,

But you never even stop,

To consider that the truth you need, is only distant memory,

Waiting for you to live life, long enough to finally see the best in yourself,

But what am I but a schizophrenic mind,

Built on top a tower of feeling and fearing everything?

Can't you see the wizard in the wind,

Casting his dark magic with his mind so frantic, he pushes and pulls,

Try to break me,

Try to wake me from this dream I dare you to try,

Let the animal inside die my friend,

Never let the darkness in,

You can feel the depth of paranoia, but never act on it,

Never give power to it,

Darkness in life,

Is knowing that life,

Waiting for change,

And watching change destroy everything you've ever known,

We build these towers of changing, systematic occupations,

Of what we are,

The capital fell,

The social in you wins,

But know in time, when darkness sets in,

The power of giving value to the individual again,

Oh ye super men,

How I would want to be far from you again,

The single atom of a single man, bent on changing,

Can bend society to his whim as he begins to live,

We can all begin again,

I am saying that in time, death will die away into time,

Hold those who want to stay and play and dance the nights away,

Come see life with me,

The darkness isn't all you will ever see, nor is this slavery,

Stand up with me, stand up for me as I begin to break,

Stand my mind ontop,

And let it drift away,

I know I built this ocean of pain,

Now all it will take,

Is to refrain