Either side you choose can be negative or positive
They never question them
They never even think twice about it
They can as they walk away
A second later faces start to grow old with age
Lips wrinkled as the air grows bitterly cold
So I appalled walk away with their eyes closed
Your actions are useless
And all we here is his born
And mouths gaping open trying to take in each breath
Toward their competition is comparable
The strict attention that they give
Toward the glorious in a harmful manner
Stress soaks eyes with a foggy coat of depression
Leaping over fallen bodies
To any dominant country that exists today
There is a sudden silence which consumes the crowd
While they take what they want
I am running trying not to look back
Deeper into a gloom monotone note
The appalled know not to question or act
The result would disastrous
Not allowing their alertness to be distracted
You can hear him strain as the pitch retreats
