I see the world through the eyes of the blind
Where life isn't guarenteed at all
I stick to my people, my own kind
I'm walking through life, but in reality, I crawl
I speak with my thoughts, like I had no voice
I think of my life as an illusion
I kill my own people, because I have no choice
I run through pain like it were part of everyday confusion
Life isn't understood, like untraceable steps
Life is seen through the eyes of the unseeable
Life is lived through shallow depths
Because we all agree, when its unagreeable
Life is about standing out where there isn't a crowd
Uncontrollable urges of death take our remaining days
It's accepted by few, but those are the ones who are proud
Its a matter of choice, death and life, only two ways...
