I'm relearning these old lessons. No denying that we're stuck.
I said I'd never pull the trigger but you've handed me the gun.
I told myself I should know better but the pressure of us won.
Assured myself I would be stronger.
It's sad to say that I am no longer my own master.
This charade is going to falter. I cannot be the living dead.
And you ask me why I question even the things within my head.
I feel I may be getting stronger. Attuning to a different sound.
I think it's time we start a fire and burn our slave-hood to the ground.