It started out as rage,
But as soon as we flipped the page,
We were all just in one big cage,
I cannot feel what is real or fake,
I've seen sick twisted little signs, can you relate?
The sign of hope seems to deflate,
But you realize too soon but little that it was too late,
We arrived at the gates,
Can't you feel that we all got brought down by weights?
Weights carried on our shoulders they started to replicate
Can you see what is real before our souls start to deteriorate?