No one really knows
The torment one under goes
At the hands of the collective.

Can you really tell
whether heaven or hell
in what place they keep you?

I sometimes try
To imagine the light inside
but they keep coming to put it out.

Keep moving on,
I guess I've got to be strong,
will it matter if they beat you.

I am striving, more then surviving
I just want to live beyond all of them.