weve been lying to ourselves for so long we truly forgot what it means to be alive trying so hard for a life with such little purpose how could we ever recover lost in oblivion through our failed attempts we try to find some meaning in this chaos shackled in chains bound and held down were constantly repressed by our actions to live a lie we could never be content we could never face our own reflections in the mirror told what to become molded by the tyrants that crumbled before us we are more than just a number more than a model of what should be an ideal a dream that was never meant for us we are the weak that work the grind slaves to the freedoms that well never experience we sit in silence and watch as life passes by in front of our eyes we are the weak we are the slaves to freedom