Epidemic of Reality

Sick of being beaten, sick of being hurt

Sick of being chained down onto earth

Sick of the bruises, of the scars and the pain

She’s sick of everything that lies here

She’s sick and she knows it’s an epidemic

Poison desolation, take over the soul

Caverns of insecurities are too easy to fall into

The skies will swallow you up if you let them

The ground below your feet’s screaming

The winds are so sickeningly sweet

Close the windows laminate the door

Now no one can penetrate the mask

Her shield won’t have a defect

Her sword will be only sharpened

She’s sure to win the war, until she slips

Here in your dream worlds, anything can be

But it can not change the reality

Slowly dying in a river of comparisons

Their clammy hands pulling you under

Don’t give in; you can’t be just like them.

Sick of living behind her disguise

Sick of the constant masquerade

She is of no warrior’s heart – fragile

She’ll lay down the sword; the shield

And undo the marionette stirrings to

Cut away all the strings

Finally able to breathe

She’ll spread her wings…

And she’ll fly.