I stand in the void of the disturbed and gullible in times where we speak for faded enclosure  substances to dissolve our lack of compassion to survive this world of demand and subtraction  for who are we to take this for granted when all we experience is greed and madness  we thrive in what we believe is a success yet blame a girl for the length of her dress and wipe the tears from the cheeks of our mothers while putting aside the actions of others we do not know when we shall leave this world or if we are even living at allfaded to attempt to recollect our emotions and melted in the pot of fear and precaution  the flames of our actions come back to haunt us pierces in your skin and drives you unconscienceblinded by the pits of desire we sacrifice one another to the pits of fire  and for what do we owe this ounce of pleasure when all we gain is heartbreak and pressure yet we sing the songs of light and resurrection in hopes to shine on our sinful actions  for who is there to judge us on what we do it is a personal connection between them and you