Creation

Confused state is full of hypocrites.
Over-promoted and it makes me sick.
Living with the problem till it made me tick.
Out of touch, do we all submit?

It seems we've been dead for the pas twenty years,
Rising from the grave for a motive not great.
Wipe my eyes 'cause I can't see clear.
No direction is gonna make me steer away,
I don't know where we're going.

Nothing I say never makes any sense.
I'll do it my way 'cause I can't be like them.
Every false try's a new attempt.
This is just part of our creation.

I packed my dreals and I put them on the shelf.
I'm living extreme and it's killing my health.
The house I live in is a prison cell.
Been digging a hole that I can't escape.

Rise above, until I lose it.
Obstacles and disillusions.
It's only myself I've been abusing.
Sometimes life can be confusing.
I don't where we're going.

Nothing I say never makes any sense.
I'll do it my way 'cause I can't be like them.
Every false try's a new attempt.
This is just part of our creation.

What's the point if we're living a lie?
Flipping the coin if we're living or dying.
Have I lost my place?
I'm out of line.
This is just part of our creation.

There goes my name on a silver plate.
Slowly deteriorating.
Apathy.

Tried to reprogram the big machine.
Won't matter what I do,
It's deadly.

This is just part of our creation.
What's the point if we're living a lie?
This is just part of our creation!