In times like these, its just bizarre to be attempting to live,
For its just a fear that keeps constantly pulling every eve.
Is it worth to fight for the heart?
Or is it just another matter left to start?
Will there be a thought never, that comes straight from the heart,
Without the fear of landing up somewhere ripped apart?
I am not able to find a link between energy and synergy,
As there is no rhythm in this anarchy.
There is no room for free thoughts or eager hearts,
Its just a misconception full of magical arts.
The only peace lies within pure tunes,
Ripped open by numbed up goons.
It's like in the valley that flows far across,
Deep within the woods that engross.
I can't write no more,
There is no heart that feels,
There is no gain in this constant pain,
All there is, is just wish to be a kid again.