This is a land of graves

I look at this, I see that darkness has overcome

I can't escape, nothing is real with nothing to feel

Break the weight

I just can't breathe

A scarce truth, an unconscious disease

Staring in a carnival mirror
Expose the unexposed so it may trust itself


So quick to fit the character that has been forced on me
I am my worst enemy
Reform to a life of anarchy


It's time to rise, it's time to find the truth
Hope in humanity

Refuse to surrender

It's time to rise, it's time to find the truth

Force it to come alive
Refuse to be afraid


Reuse our freedom
Lives over money, money over lives, greed destroys us all


Second thoughts that I can rise and I can rebel.
Is this what my life is like or am I in hell?