The Words I Should Have Said

This barrier of concept

This wall of the dead

I will not be held down with endless regret

You have got to break away from the art of breaking your neck

Contemplating on the existence of walls that you create

In the end your'e nothing but a fossil of your hate

Pat yourself upon the back for throwing the dogs a bone

Remember this in torment and know that you've been warned

I wake up every single day man

And I'm telling myself again and again

This is where it ends

The draining pace of a generation comes to end

I will not bow down to the price of what you call a man

These liberated thoughts have flooded through my battlefield

Now watch us as we take down all these armies of the blind

Take my hand, before the crossroads

Naked as the unborn child that you have labeled as your Faith

Turn your back, reprogramming how you think

Words become the undertow unless you live them out