I feel like I am painting
With these two hands, I am staining
The canvas with different colors
Of my emotions now raging
Everything is slowly turning
Everything is slowly changing
With these two eyes, I am witnessing
This world that is crumbling
And cracking upon the surface
Watch it all burn into ashes
As we day-dreamers sit back
And make this chaos a habit
The end is now drawing closer
While people grow more estatic
To the unnecessary necesities
That cause more damage
To this life, and as we know it
We never fail to go blow it
Our chances to make it better
With our excuses full of shit
Why is this so confusing
And growing much less amusing?
With each day that passes by
There's not one person not accussing
Another for something stupid
Not living it to the fullest
Since there is not much time left
Why waste it on stuff that's worthless?
We never question our footsteps
We never question our motive
We just go walking aimlessly
And no one seems to notice
Please, just look around
At the destruction that is made
Look down upon our hands
They're no long clean, I'm afraid.
