Times flies
It stays up high above the ground
I try to come to terms
With my future tense

I despise conformity
The lies, the clenched fists
I wish that I could feel
Touch of sanity
I wish that I could
Touch of sanity

Lies of concrete
As hard as stone, as cold as steel
Dry bones, broken
Help me, please, I need to feel

Times flies
It stays up high above the ground
I try to come to terms
With my future tense

They want me to die
The memory of pain I've known
Piercing, poignant pain
I vow to never feel again

I despise conformity
The lies, the clenched fists
I wish that I could feel
Touch of sanity