Second handed circumstance.

Conditioned sequential consequence.

They say we're living in perfect harmony.

And if we are then why am I to blind to see.

Thought over power,

And fate over mind.

Just one question,

Who's next to cross the line.

I think, I want, I write.

But I just can't feel it tonight.

They say you'll never feel like that again.

Okay so is to much love then the problem.

Inspiration,

Then ruled out by contradiction.

Does it matter who we are?

And if so then we've all gone way to far.

It just gets worse.

There will always be another time like this.

Nobody ever wanted to believe.

To many messed up laws, with soon to come more government conspiracy.

Disintegrate to find another time.

It's to late now you must live your life.

Anxiety bringing you down.

Just think without you there are so many things I've found.

But things can be replaced.

Looking around at things not enough space.

Question the higher forms.

And when you decide you can't maybe you shouldn't live no more.

Lies to make people happy.

Who the **** do you think you are? Some power that's godly.

The truth is out there and yet the truth no longer exist.

Because the people who covered it up the first time, don't want that pain again.

So why is it you can sit there and tell me we're living in perfect harmony.

When you yourself are afraid of what I might be.