It's Not Just My Imagination That I Got A Gun To My Head. Cause I Can Feel The Cold Metal And I Can Smell The Gun Powder. I Know They Got Their Sights On Me And Its Not Just Paranoia That Makes Me Think This Way. I Know They Got Their Plan For Me. I Know They Got A Grave For Me. They Want Me To Admit Defeat. They Want Me To Show My Fear They Know Their System's Going To Break Me. It's Crushed Countless Before Me.



I Stand Here And Try To Look Out Into The Dark Vastness That Is My Future. Unfortunately I Can't See Shit. There Are Clouds And There Seems To Be Layers To The Sky. It's All Just Too Unknown. I Waste Time Wanting To Know What Will Happen. How Will It End. But I Never Want To Reach That Day When I No Longer Have A Need For That Curiosity. I Don't Want To Know The End To This "movie".



Shouldn't I Be Living Yet? Shouldn't I Know Where I'm Headed By Now I Have Millions Of Dreams And Things I Want To Do With This Life. But I Barely Have Time To Do The Little I Do Now. It's Not Satisfaction I Get Relaxing At The End Of The Day. It's Escape From The Stress. Disgust That I'm Already In Bed Waiting To Go To Sleep Again. Wasn't I Just Heere? Didn't This Just Happen? I Can't Say I Know What Will Happen Tomorrow. The Higher Meaning That I'm Looking For Did Not Show Itself Today.