SCRAPS

I’ve made so many horrible decisions.

I’ve been lost in this madness, this hell, these prisons.

There are so many voices – so many visions.

So many things that to this day, stay unforgiven.

I have been lost in the darkness so long

that I – that I keep on forgetting, forgetting my purpose.

I should be learning but I – but I am stuck on repeat,

in madness we are but sheep, eating only the scraps

that insanity allows us to consume – to eat.

To be a soldier through the flames is a nightmare,

yet such a beautiful chaos.

You find yourself here as you stay forever lost.

The fire rises higher as your fingers fall off.

You are now numb from the cold kiss of Jack Frost.

The scraps are all we will ever get,

and there is nothing we can do.

The greedy will consume everything – everything, including you.

The scraps that they throw at us are the distraction;

the distraction dictates our every move.

We are born, we grow, we work until we die.

Sad thing is, most of us can’t look each other in the eyes.

We cheat, we lie, we question ourselves: why?

We are all the same when we reach the great divide.

Why do we hide – why do we hide ourselves?

Why do we lie to each other and put ourselves through this Hell?

Time has never been one to tell.

Time is an illusion designed to keep us rushed, feeling unwell,

confined to our unbreakable shells.

We all throw pennies into imaginary wishing wells.

We are scared to death to be ourselves – forced to listen

to the tolling of the bells – too petrified to yell.

The scraps that they throw at us are the distraction;

the distraction dictates our every move.

The greedy will consume everything – everything, including you.

The scraps are all we will ever get,

and there is nothing we can do.

You are still numb from the cold kiss of Jack Frost.

The fire is rising higher and your fingers are still gone.

You find yourself here as you stay forever lost.

To be a soldier through the flames is a nightmare,

yet such a beautiful chaos.

I should be learning but I – but I am stuck on repeat,

in madness we are but sheep, eating only the scraps

that insanity allows us to consume – to eat.

I have been lost in the darkness so long

that I – that I keep on forgetting, forgetting my purpose.

So many things that to this day, stay unforgiven.

There are so many voices – so many visions.

I’ve been lost in this madness, this hell, these prisons.

I’ve made so many horrible decisions.

The scraps are all we will ever get,

and there is nothing we can do.

The greedy will consume everything – everything, including you.

The scraps that they throw at us are the distraction;

the distraction dictates our every move.

We are scared to death to be ourselves – forced to listen

to the tolling of the bells – too petrified to yell.

We all throw pennies into imaginary wishing wells.

Time is an illusion designed to keep us rushed, feeling unwell,

confined to our unbreakable shells.

Time has never been one to tell.

Why do we lie to each other and put ourselves through this Hell?

Why do we hide – why do we hide ourselves?

We are all the same when we reach the great divide.

We cheat, we lie, we question ourselves: why?

Sad thing is, most of us can’t look each other in the eyes.

We are born, we grow, we work until we die.

The greedy will consume everything – everything, including you.

The scraps are all we will ever get,

and there is nothing we can do.

The scraps that they throw at us are the distraction;

the distraction dictates our every move.