Hazey , lazy , stuper dreams..
Real lies nothing is what it seems.
No silver spoon ,no home no room.
The disadvantage of the millions dead.
The unheard voices travel throughout my head.
Screaming " AVENGE. Me , FOR All That they've Done!!"
In the end violence is the only bell that's rung.
Held high up so that all can see ,
Just what has become of me ...