There is no war
No one is dead
Indifferences of these tears we shed
Struck down in our own footsteps
But no blood ever reaches the top of our heads
Stagnated the dreams that we once never had
Nightmare's all I see around me
It's like we're all walking asleep
Potential we're not meant to keep
Differentiated from the stereotype
The part of you that they don't see is hidden from me
Infected hypocritic "herd" mentality
Exaggerate the hopeless tragedy
What's that calling you at your front door?
Is it something that'll make you care about the world some more?
The words you use are different
But your motive's the same
There's nothing more to say
What's left to take?
Some other way?
Maybe another day...