The name of the game is repression , Depression, Livin in a hole, Livin with a soul, rare With a beast takin it’s toll, In a ball rolled, Nodded out, on reality Like a dope addict Climbin out is hard, When you unconsciously deny your own existence For over a year, When you unconsciously fight fear, Fight and fear being understatements of the year, There are no words to describe the battle I’ve undertaken, Beyond shaken, in flames my misery screams out every night, Trying to burn itself down, In the form of a tear, I find solace again habitually, Until it becomes as empty as I am, Struggle out, you cannot do it any other way, Or maybe plan an escape, Or say fuck it, protest life and wait for fate Regardless you keep comin back to this place These forces pullin against each other, Tearing through my unbalanced brain, rippin me away until Im no longer sane With seeds of fear and isolation planted, Isolation rooted strong, but fear is not as real when you know that you belong, Not to some clique, or some ego sick group, But as a piece within this world, to a great spirit, can you hear it? Vicious vines of worried minds to give me so called thoughts for the future, When I know in my heart, My future is more real than you could ever dream your life to taste, And even though, I fight myself every single day of my life And even though, I might not win, and I may die or chose to die in some great battle, I know that somehow, even though I fucked myself up and ended my life, And even though humanity might do the same, I know I still helped play a role in the good fight, As humanity too struggles to find itself and find it's place in this world, or find out if it even has one.
