Welcome to the state of crowd authority
One more brick in their own foundation
Please leave your ego outside
Individual self devastation
They never need the key to pa** this door
For your flooded mind is open
As the whisper turns to a roar
Injected thoughts are stigmatized in you
No one was even close to win this game
To reach the end without a blame
"Last days most times are painted grey"
I heard them say
and now they fade
It seems insane to me
I stumble on these frames
Obsessed by your beliefs
Once again
I never realized how weak we are
Infiltrated by infected seeds
Scar by scar
We are transforming to the shades of what we could be