How many times will you ignore the symptoms that just seem to reappear?
I sit and wait to figure out, what it is that makes this sickness so severe.
The scars that show - reflections of the callous heart that beats beneath my skin.
So take a breath, and give my best to the dead you left behind to get to here.
My own atrocity makes a fool of me, by example of the way that you endorse.
Turning life to grey, to get your green today.
But when the gig is up can you just disappear?
Some might say it's just too hard, but they feed upon the shit that you adhere.
I don't want your hand up, I just want to see the shade ripped from your eyes.
Take a walk with me and then you'll see, why this anger stayed with me all along.
Follow me maybe then you'll see, why the consequence has always been a part.