We're crushing flowers at our feet, parting realities 
that seemed so real. Regretted actions and apathies lie 
waiting in the seams, striving for solutions, but we 
still haven't got the means. Seeking out the definitions 
for the problems that we leave. Behind the masks we 
scramble with fear stapled to our hearts. We're viewing 
fate, then we become the objects of our hate. Breathing 
insanity. More brotherhood in vain...We're crossing paths 
we've littered with our thoughts against the grain; ready 
to stop the sky from falling, as to freedom we depart. 
Collapsing barriers and breaking down the walls; 
releasing fallacies that keep us synchronized. We're 
crossing limitations that kept us down. Break the chains; 
and pick yourself up off the ground.