Here I sit at a desk, put words to text Fail to see the reason, misunderstood by the next Ashamed of the denigration Deterioration of the nation Claims of violence, valid humiliation Powdered with spirit of bold brutality Conscious of nothing, destination: fatality Streets of pain, misery, loss We all know the scene, all aware of the cost Burn it all, tear it down and leave to rest Get rid of the grime, leave us to face the test Perhaps a world void of the ignorant Cleaned of the unwise Drained of the naive Eliminate the shame Who am I to believe that such a possibility can be conceived See, the world has already left me deceived Never relieved Excuse my realization that freedom can't be achieved No matter how many times, or days we have dreamed Hope has gleamed, rips have been seemed But all in all, hurt is what's deemed Stripped of it all, casted aside Such a resolution, one we cannot abide An improper reesolution to deny all the pain For the pain is our motivation, what fuels a new strain
