We Become Buried

Colors shift, airwaves move and shape themselves into a 
perversion of what's right, how we were all fooled. And it 
continues to never add up. With options disappearing fast, 
the pacing voice and the burning hate-filled eyes make 
themselves out to be the only possible choice
 and truth. So long live the hate and long live the self 
serving destructive "ideals" that led us to this closed 
existence in the first place. Trust becomes an ugly word 
equated to weakness and a foolish path to better ourselves.
 Tired of deception from every angle and the constant fear 
(you must stay afraid). Fighting back becomes more 
difficult and we resign ourselves to existence in the dark 
(you must stay afraid).
And the hate only gets worse. Hidden in the low light the 
hate only gets worse.