It may take a million years to write this letter down
And all that I have time for is the truth inside this pen
So hold on to all the negatives
Develop my dream when I am bound
until I show you what I mean
This lie was my only hope
This world
Was my superficial scarring
Every time I stand up I fall back to the ground
Waiting for a hand to grab hold and pick me up
I can feel the ball of this pen scratching my life into stone
Slashed into the surface
Ingrained into my skin
I suffer every second of your trial and firepower
And the humanity has been hiding in billows of smoke
What tears fall into the gorge
The cracks will never be filled
And all that I have time for is the truth inside this pen
So hold on to all the negatives
Develop my dream when I am bound
until I show you what I mean
This lie was my only hope
This world
Was my superficial scarring
Every time I stand up I fall back to the ground
Waiting for a hand to grab hold and pick me up
I can feel the ball of this pen scratching my life into stone
Slashed into the surface
Ingrained into my skin
I suffer every second of your trial and firepower
And the humanity has been hiding in billows of smoke
What tears fall into the gorge
The cracks will never be filled
