I stand upon the crumbling foundation
Atop a world I won't look back at
As smiles fade from faces,
Of people who never existed.
The nightmares come to life
Relization, the Truth comes out
A mouth sown shut with political ambition
My fingerprints are falling off
Something worse then an identity crisis
'Who' am I supposed to be?
In a world that doesn't recognize personality
Incite a silent rebelion,
I'll sport my own cause
Culture still realing at my quiet stand
Is my backbone strong enough?
Or will I just crumble like my foundation
Conform to the masses