This state, this fucking state A popularity contest Instead of appreciation Of pitch and dynamics If you knew me would you be listening? Or walking away? Walk into the light I say this as you turn You'll never find feeling like this I'm bleeding on wood and steel Almost in tears because of the forest I promise you I'm not your golden ticket I'm here to cure you before it ends Your factory is a trend A trend gone in minutes While this meaningless life is ruined within seconds Broken bottles decorate the ground With the intent of hiding what was never supposed to be found Something so terrifying it wakes you in your sleep Trying to find comfort in the distant and deep And add it to the mixture To create this picture Come and bleed sweat And cry the purest form of color with me I've found something more Something better to offer the world I've found what I'm here for I've seen the light inside the eye of the storm For one God damn minute Pretend that this isn't the end And let me show you the world for what it truely is Before it ends