It's not just my imagination that I got a gun to my head Cause I can feel the cold metal and I can smell the gun powder I know they got their sights on me and its not just paranoia that makes me think this way I know they got their plan for me I know they got a grave for me They want me to admit defeat They want me to show my fear they know their system's going to break me It's crushed countless before me
I stand here and try to look out into the dark vastness that is my future Unfortunately I can't see shit There are clouds and there seems to be layers to the sky It's all just too unknown I waste time wanting to know what will happen How will it end But I never want to reach that day when I no longer have a need for that curiosity I don't want to know the end to this "movie"
Shouldn't I be living yet? Shouldn't I know where I'm headed by now I have millions of dreams and things I want to do with this life But I barely have time to do the little I do now It's not satisfaction I get relaxing at the end of the day It's escape from the stress Disgust that I'm already in bed waiting to go to sleep again Wasn't I just heere? Didn't this just happen? I can't say I know what will happen tomorrow The higher meaning that I'm looking for did not show itself today