are we victims of our own betrayals?
or are we merely standing targets waiting to be gunned down
i never trusted in truths that were spoon fed to me
nor did i take joy in comforts that i didn’t have to work for
all the feelings we let intertwine with our lives
blocks our arteries and pumps blood into our lies
fierce is the key that tries to unlock our fickle ways
bizarre it may seem but perhaps the universe is truly trapped in a cage
how on earth can we carry so much weight?
when it feels so hard to do anything but lie vacant and awake
what becomes of all the thoughts we waste ?
does it get collected by future owners that have yet to be saved?
going in circles is the only way through
the circles change and sometimes we are fooled
good times raking leaves on a calm autumn afternoon
good times making snow tunnels without a care or a clue
safe underneath the pilgrims of youth
once i could hide but there always comes out the truth
when depth might just be mistaken for clarity
until you realize that you have been looking at the wrong screen
surprises mean nothing when you are scared
men have been killed because of games of truth and dare
and as we become victims of our own betrayals
we spend our days and our nights
trying to figure it out