I want it to hurt so much, it sets me free.
I want it to sting so hard, it cleanses me.

humanity is dead.

Born with open mind, they quickly feed you with prison bars.
"Close that down, no access allowed to this part of the toppling building."

My mind growls.

The flame is out of control, it burns for others.
Others, not worth unlocking. Posses no soul.
No enlightenment, the weight crushes.
Too many black holes, they suck the life out of me.
What can I call home, when reality is pushing me out of its womb.

Cosmos, all this talk makes no one walk. Let us float and slowly forget the breath of time.

We could be one.

My mind is at war again. I can't make up whether I should care or not.
Could I make a difference, and should I even ponder about it.
Eventually, I do scare everyone. And whatever the purpose may be,
it seems I have no foundation to build upon. This generation is not yet ready,
to let go of their roots and fly into space.

It shouldn't be like this, we could be one.