fighting with sanity to keep insane
living in the world of the mundane

I see all looking behind themselves
i look up as i move forward not seeing my path
not seeing my past

blind to all but the blue skies
tears always filling my eyes

i see all their empty smiles and false joy
i look inside hearing loudly thier quiet pain
watching their life grinding away

feeling with my sight
oh how i hate the light

i see the skies turn black
i look down feeling the building presure
my pain is great cause i share thiers

sanity does not exist
insanity is the only thing on the list



this is how i feel there is nothing that is real