Too much to find, so much so little time
So many images persist to shade my mind
Will I ever come around or will I just hit the ground
Will I still be standing when it all comes down
Why can't I seem to sort it out
Why am I always filled with doubt
So many people everywhere
so self absorbed without a care of their viral lves
I'd like to bleed them all, when all is drained who shall hold
When mindless bodies screw tortured souls
will somebody be there to catch me when I fall
Why can't I seem to sort it out
Why am I always filled with doubt
How could I always be so
blind Why can't I figure it out
I could always hope for change, could always hope to rearrange
But why not just abandon hope
and tear it all apart, now