Thoughts racing though I'm not placing in this mental marathon
Chasing dreamscapes because reality seems fake
The mind is a maze so I tend to get lost in deep thought
Its a high price for creativity...
Sometimes I can only afford cheap shots
I reach for the stars but my hands only grasp air
Defying death with perfect timing left in every last stare
Take this wine and drink it for it is my blood
And once it has been spilled may it bring new life
Black rain from black clouds in a black sky
I stand talking to familiarity as strangers pass by
Not a second thought given to my first decision
Incarcerated my soul in a hole after the third conviction
A prisoner to Deja Vu so I'm doomed to repeat
Between a rock and a hard place, so theres no room to retreat
From the womb of defeat we birth lies
Drug to the tomb of deceit hearing the worst cries
Sounds of dreams shattering and blurred images
Eminate from an unheard nemesis
Examining the word "prejudice" while keeping an open mind
Different radio signals brought forth from the many stereo types
Speaking to broken minds
Made the same slaves to brain waves until thoughts crash the shore
Ironically, we fight for peace but never ask for war
