Things Might Change

Lost in the shadows of another day, watching close as the world fades away what is there left to say, I might not make it to fight another day, but before they put me in the grave I’ll start the riot and mosh the stage, it’s sad we have to live this way. Watching the walls closing in, my sanity is wearing thin, if I close my eyes I can feel the burn and I can feel the sting, will some one tell me just what this means. Can someone tell me why we all act so fake; it’s about as much as I can take. When fragile souls fall they break, we try to piece them back together but in the end they can’t last through the stormy weather. Through the wind and snow and acid rain, hellish heat melts these thought into my brain, the world won’t stay the same. Soon this place will put hell to shame.