The Suffering

Two and growing weeks inside this house
Got to my head transparent friend of mine
Think of what has become mankind
The damage the cruelty the keymen return
I’d rather die in cobwebs than become one of them
Conforming to their ways to simply have meaning
Though I feel alone inside I’d rather burn
My eyes feel the side of another scar

Call me a dreamer, call me what you will
I’m not high and mighty
I just see the suffering
The wall between us, line of blunt respect
I’m not high and mighty
I just see the suffering

TV is tracking lives as if they have none
Exploiting tragedy to better yourself
Year after year the more they push
Materialistic rich men
I piss on your suit, years I have
Held it in and not said a word
I realize now the voice I was looking for
Was inside the whole time
It’s just an opinion I express, we all have a voice
Let’s be short, find yours

Call me a dreamer, call me what you will
I’m not high and mighty
I just see the suffering
The wall between us, line of blunt respect
I’m not high and mighty
I just see the suffering

Let’s be short find your voice
Do what you can to have a voice
Dream 
Dream of anything
Dream that’s something
Anything real, anything pure
Anything more loving
Anything more proving
We can all stop the suffering
We can all stop the suffering