The Powerless Rise

Just like the spread of disease... Ya... Ya... Debt and guilt or guilt and decree, The masters that we please. Yet if we seek help for infirmities, We are made twice the sons of hell as before. Reach out your hand. Reach out your hand, only to be pla

I see now... I see through the veil of expectation. I see now... I see that conformity is betrayal. Betrayal of those who are forgotten, yet vision alone furthers our blame. Unless followed by transformation, it is pointless to be given sight. Withou

I've tried to find reconciliation behind the walls of those whose hatred burns. For I find it easier to reach someone who still feels, than to make amends with passionless apathy. Where all lines are the same a portrait cannot be made. I need to burn

What we see now is only a fraction... Bound to learn the hard way (hard way), this is the human condition. There is nothing that can be said to stop us from making mistakes. When I look to myself as a source of ending pain, no matter how many times b

We are all comatose We are overfed and under undernourished, yearning for something more Never starving yet never quite satisfied Carnal but without useful flesh or mind Yeah... I am a walking contradiction that's found consistency Consuming everythi

None of this matters, none of these words. Common and silent we will die in this world. We've only spoken to those who agree, and without them we've fallen on deaf ears. Stand on conviction and you will walk alone. For once I have stood (I have stood

We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape, And I say it's worth it to just start again... again. We've focused so long on ideals of freedom That it is this very belief that oppresses us. We all want to be free, yet we find ways to Forfeit liberty

Many choose to find their hope in the thoughts of afterlife, when there is none to be found right here before we die. So I understand the feeling of helplessness, when we are just taught to wait here...wait here for death. Wait here for death. Wait f

Yeah.... If we chase acclaim in search for...search for stature, Change in circumstance only delays. The inescapable fact that we are downcast. In looking to the end we’ve lost sight of where to begin. Hope lies not in reaching...reaching the end,

Yeah... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... Condemned... without given a chance to speak. Without acknowledgment they're made less than human. Condemned... Condemned to anonymity. Trapped by... Trapped by obscurity. Condemned... Conde