late on friday, early on saturday.

unexpected turns,

selfishness is born from the scare,

when will we ever get out of here? why can’t we escape?

the history built so high, different minds.

cannot comply, will not abide, when will we ever get out of here?

i’ll take anything but nothing, with something i’ll create,

a way to cope, bitterness is not surprising here.

what are we trying to disguise here, when will we ever get out of here?

more fragile then it looks, transparent to me, everything is transparent to me.

simply dedicated to one thing, my heart is set for reasoning, my mind for treating

these sick bodies, finding a cure for what doesn’t have a name.

yes, it always rains here, and even when the clouds pull away,

yes, there are tearful stains here and were paralyzed to what

everyone else thinks is right.

did they ever teach that compassion is disabling,

did they ever say that you would hate feeling this way,

and like an air bag is built into a car,

this is from our god, that we trust in,

you can hide the light but you cannot escape the dark.

the light will dim, dark is the darkest.

striving to be strong, ending up hopeless,

what are we trying to disguise here? when will we ever get out of here?

the nerves in this life break, there’s going to be a point past despair,

and you’ll ask, you’ll speak; when will we ever get out of here?