A Culture Of Denial

Torn between heavens and hells being fed with seeds of a half-life What we silently watch as bystanders Should be lived instead, to our bests Should be fought for, till the very end Where's solace Where's the peace of souls In a culture of denial Through the denial of death We deny life, We deny our own All dressed up and good to go to The funeral march of the buried alive Will we keep living in denial or will we leave our marks? Torn between rights and wrongs Being stuck in the valley of death What we silently assist to Is the rape of humanity Is the rape of our lives The very core of existence Is stripped down to mere survival Where's solace Where's the peace of souls In a culture of denial Through the denial of death We deny life, We deny our own All dressed up and good to go to The funeral march of the buried alive Will we keep living in denial or will we leave our marks? Is the facade worth wearing Is denial better than swearing On our lives, On opening our eyes On leaving our marks, On tearing down our bars Torn apart - by a culture of denial Cast aside - by a culture of denial Torn between life and death Torn between cursed and blessed From the dawn of our species We are destined to create We are destined to leave our marks on humanity When will we stop denying? When will we start again?