moving through this space and time the world means nothing to me my thought are of anger and pain cause that's all i see tradition tells me where and my place to be rusty are my thought of change and they're something i need if i face the grain will i parish and die in your eyes of hate no answers, no why will i get to break this mold or keep on drifting down i'm screaming for some sort of change but i'm not making a sound limit in time limit in mind limit in life i'm stuck