Untitled Pt. 2

All my fears resurrect in my darkest hours, i seen grace fall face down onto mountains of wrath and riches, now I don’t feel the need to keep this cordial so i won’t spare all the glitches this video game has to offer, often I sense resentment in your voice whenever we prosper, why can’t things reason with power if power is the child of reason, put my thoughts into someone else, and charge them for treason….

I can’t sit here and act like I have nothing to fear, I can’t fathom how life makes the mask and tries to convince you everything is so sincere, I see clear visions, they’ve had it up to here, the water draining down from my eyes when I talk about the things I hear, please don’t try to understand but understand you try to be a man, try to be someone who you’ve never known, so this is the plan, you doubt the spectrum of cruelty within your heart, but known for the years you would always have to play that part, being in the denim of the family gene has scarred you from the scene, I don’t want to come off reckless or mean but whether you like it or not, you can’t side with both teams, don’t make it seem like you don’t have choice to change and redeem, they idolize you in ways you’ve only imagined in a dream, so why can’t the others participate and make cream, don’t you mean, don’t reside with the oppositions, this is truth, this is me, I can’t decide whether or not I want to play for the other team, they stare and stare, the eyes are bigger than what they seem, don’t want to fail you but failure is what I need, in order to realize my true potential, I have to make a scene, partial ways and hard days, all around it, this is just the real me, dictating whether or not I can make it out of this dream…

I lost touch…I lost me...