We're breathing it, it sets in our minds like concrete
A way of life like we learn to speak
Surrounded by social ideologies
We tear down these walls and we're free

A pretty face struck me and crippled me in many ways
I fought a war within myself that still exists today
And I confess I don't know much of love at such an age
But I do know what I'm feeling's self-inflicted pain

I look at myself in the mirror and know that I'm not the only one obsessed
I turn on the news and I wonder what war has done to obligate these men
I look out at the crowd and consider what makes me so different from the rest
I fall into bed and I wither as thoughts begin to pour out of my head and circulate again

A gradual line curves and creates your entire life
Just words on paper as you're set in time
And generations of your bloodline
Are lost and slowly die


Lyrics submitted by Emile K. O.

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