I used to think every day was a web of struggles

That heart break was part of the mortal process

And to stay humble through it all meant my soul bent

But never broke

Now I’m exhaling fumes and breathing smoke

But the meaning of hope is still a blur

And meaning behind hurt is a joke

The meaning of death can be told in a single word

And meaning of it all is can be found at the end of time when we read what we wrote

You see, now I know everyday is a web of terror

All strung together on the strings of puppeteer’s violin

Inspiring violence

Inspiring tyrants

All because of me

All because of you

But what’s worse is when the two infuse

Let loose in a orchestra of nihilistic tunes

Brainwashing the audience into silence

As they hand out blood infusions through a silver spoon

They degrade

They abuse

They’re a charade

And you’re meant to be to

As they tell us how to use to cover up another cover up

Preach wrath over love and love it when you hate

Keeping us confused

Keeping us in spades

Keeping us down in the dumps

Telling us to rest easy and wait for the noose

But in the meantime to live battered and bruised

Burn ourselves at both ends of the candle till we’re invisible proof

Proof of what they expect us to be

Proof of what they expect us to do

Proof that we are willing to believe their lies

Not once but over a million times

Proof that we’re willing to turn a blind eye to the truth

But even in death I flatly refuse to hang on their web

I’d rather use the words that have never been said

And choose my own way

The path I’ve laid

And you can come to

Finding peace as we walk hand in hand through the land of the dead