Frantic looks on the faces of children
Treachery turned its back at them
Poignards on the table
Are facing towards the exit
But where is the truth
For hatred stirs within
Make haste, riches in gargantuan dumortierite
Lust, betrayal, infringement!

In this cold cell I find myself
Cut away from my freedom
Alone in this wilderness
They are no longer my fools

Waved and misguided I tread this ground
In tranquil I find myself prying
I cannot bear this ignorance
I'm poised to bring joy but slowly I'm losing control

I must remain awake
Constantly surrounded by abstruse thoughts
Frivolous, facile, deprived, vain
Vita bona fide, memento vivere

We are what you think you are
We are the madness that lurks within you all
We are who question the definition of freedom
What are you?
You are the intentious, yet the shallow
You are what you think you are
You face the faceless, you face the truth
But in the end, we are you

Beaten from the answers
Severed by this life
I have no way out
Greed has taken a hold of me!

Waved and misguided I tread this ground
In tranquil I find myself prying
I cannot bear this ignorance
I'm poised to bring joy but slowly I'm losing control