Is happiness under chains the culmination of what we can reach?
Is living qualitative in misery the only thing left so we let ourselves be deceived?
Times filled with pressure and disbelief
Future seems blurry and disturbing
No peace of mind and the pain relief that comes with it
We got stuck in a place with zero understanding
Insecurities reflect through our eyes and tongues
Can't conceal more than what our cheap excuses impose
Blossom of despair
We are all products of our own zone of comfort
Provoked by the established addictive nature we've been raised
Sugarcoated world rotten to it's core
Socioeconomic statuses and class war
The world dreads those who bear the teeth so they teach us to swallow and succumb
Growing us weak
It's easy to lose identity while we've being kept distracted all the time and we end up suffering for the sake of nothing
Each day we die to experience life
Anxiety and smothered throats
Reality in lethal dose
Lies leading to rekindled false hopes
Lost in a concrete world all alone
Left for dead
Beyond Repair
Mind lost control
Victims of the world
Nothing seems real anymore
Seems like we got caught in a life