Long Days

These days these walls make up a prison I'm stir crazy These days the air feels stiff and heavy I just can't breathe And I'm so sick of the rhetoric And I'm so sick of the inconsiderate And I'm so tired of carrying The weight of responsibility Round and round The sun goes down You're still not listening Round and round You feel profound Like you're the one who's free To choose who lives And dies And who resides Beneath the sterile lights. You play the part of a god Who up and left us all behind These days the walls feel like They're caving in I'm losing my mind And I can feel the weight within This is never going to end You don't believe what's happening You think you're losing freedom While you destroy everything As if she ever existed in the first place What kind of being would leave us here To rot in turmoil and darkened fear To kill for sport and cheer Are You Not Convinced She Never existed