W.C.F.Y.A. (We've Come For You All)

The mind can atrophy

Such mediocrity

Things aren't what they seem

Sometimes

And every waking dream

Repeating central theme

If we don't wake up do we die?

And when the best can be

Worse than what's usually

Found out it's all between

The lines

Then patience starts to bleed

Increasing enmity

It's time to let the bullets fly