Surrounded

In this crowd you stand alone Surrounded by a faceless mass Drones marching in perfect lines History repeating as it always has In this crowd you stand alone Voices chanting a haunted mass Praising their coming demise Pebbles in an hour glass Surrounded by the blind you try to see beyond The shallow walls that confine you Blinded by the light outside your cage you stay Haunted by fears you stumble in darkness The echoes of your failures deafen your ears And the ghosts of your empty crys Slowly creep closer Suffocating you In this crowd you stand alone Crushed by the weight of this mass But stubbornly you try to stand Ensnared by the illusion of freedom Illusions of freedom Of freedom Illusion of freedom