For all our shattered hopes and trying times

Anchor's weight on inspired lives

Deadbolts on doors lock away our

Peace of mind

So few, so few moments of freedom

With ages in between

And sterilized routines

I am so sick of these nights pretending

It's just the way life has to be

While we sacrifice our dreams

For safety nets

Answers without questions asked

Faces on floors, tears for days we can't get back

So few, so few moments of freedom

With ages in between

And sterilized routines

The lights dim down so low, grief piles high

No sign of certainty, treading seas of crooked smiles

Looking deep into the greenest eyes

Blurring lines with truths that lie

Like wolves in sheep's disguise

Out with the claws

One step

One breath

May be all that I have left

White knuckles to the end

This is our revenge