Brain Storm

Such a perfect mess

I miss my innocence

In all the places that I've passed through

It's always been the same

Fall into place, don't drop the pace

This life's a game

A game that I refuse to play

No I'll go my own way!

This monetary system

Under the weight of hate

Is nothing but money made from

Dealing death and causing pain

The body count is rising

And all the while we clap our hands

For lifeless husks inhabiting screens

Before we go to bed

So take this life and show me

What it means to be alive

I'm sick of seeing people selling their souls

For a life of nine to five

Your potential's burning

Just don't let it leave your eyes

Motherfuckers'll tell you let it die

Don't fucking compromise!

You've got a lot to give

If you see the hatred

You can make a difference

This war won't be won

With bullets and guns

It's gotta be love, it's gotta be love

But how can we forgive this

When our heads have been the victims

I'm not at home in my own head

I fall asleep with the nameless dead

Oh I'm not at home in my own head

But I want to make a difference

Dissilusioned, and lost in thought

I know it's easy to get stuck in a rut

And, I, know how it feels to be alone, it's in the darkness that it grows

It's so familiar, and a killer, when hope has all but died

I want to feel, something real, but all the voices in my head

Are telling me, it's out of my control and we're as good as

Hopeless, I feel so hopeless

Seeeing that the odds are stacked against us

Change is met with too much resistance

Hopeless, I feel so hopeless

So many stand in the way of progress

How could we ever hope to stop this?

Hopeless, I feel so hopeless

Eugh, eugh

Hopeless I feel so hopeless

Brea-thing, in, ash

Brea-thing, in, ash

Brea-thing, in, ash

Brea-thing, in, aaaasssshhhhh

In all the places that I've passed through

It's always been the same

Fall into place, don't drop the pace

This life's a game

A game that I refuse to play

No I'll go my own way!

Dissilusioned, and lost in thought

I know it's easy to get stuck in a rut

And, I, know how it feels to be alone

It's in the darkness that it grows

It's so familiar, and a killer, when hope has all but died

You've got a lot to give

If you see the hatred

You can make a difference

This war won't be won

With bullets and guns

It's gotta be love, it's gotta be love

This monetary system

Under the weight of hate

Is nothing but money made from

Dealing death and causing pain

The body count is rising

And all the while we clap our hands

For lifeless husks inhabiting screens

Before we go to bed

So take this life and show me

What it means to be alive

I'm sick of seeing people selling their souls

For a life of nine to five

Your potential's burning

Just don't let it leave your eyes

Motherfuckers'll tell you let it die

Don't fucking compromise!

But how can we forgive this

When our heads have been the victims

We have to find a way past this

Or this world will never last our staay

I see the failures of

A system lacking love

While on it's knees to God

We need to save our selves