Desperation and pride. The separation inside. We're guided by instinct and nothing
else. An unhealthy desire to live, not expire. Protected by innocence and a rose-tint-
ed wealth.
So is it: Timeless? Unspoken? Aimless and stolen?
Pass it down - a mixture of persistence and hate. Hollowed out. Back for more.
It's feeling that's obsessed by us all. The calming hysteria.
Nowhere is home to the end. We'll find it. You'll seek it out.
The money you make, selling your soul. The faith you lost in us all.
It's what you wanted. The refuge you seek: Survival.
Trespassing through confidence. Success with no evidence.
Frustration has found a host in me.
The determined taste of a future misplaced. Be bold, when focused on the heart.
So is it: Timeless? Unspoken? Aimless and stolen?
We dream of deeds, unmanipulated. A promised land of our blind ambition.
The money you make, selling your soul. The faith you lost in us all.
It's what you wanted. The refuge you seek: Survival.
Survival divides us. Nowhere is home to the end. We fear the silence.