Fingers shattered and legs covered with scars
Faces dripping with spots and surrounded with marks
I can hear the slight thumps pulsing in my heart
Question is- when will it end?
The nights that wane on forever it seems
The look in her eyes as she shines and as she gleams
Rituals performed to support their needs
I want to know- when will it end?
She says she loves me but that's not a fact
I know it is something all human beings lacked
Laughing into the fire with our dignity intact
Left to ask- when will it end?
The world is on the cusp of censored morale
The lands of freedom are forced to go on
Yet I have no intention to want to move on
My head's in a daze- when will it end?
Yet the pact that was made many years ago
Do not reflect something we wanted to show
Instead we present ourselves more as a foe
Question is- how soon will it end?
