We're blindfolded, centered only to survive, concerned 
only with that which keeps us safe. We think nothing of 
the world around us, and were so entangled around what 
tortures us day by day. Our own shallow lives. So void of 
compassion for the masses that roam this earth with no 
where to go, and not one shoulder to cry on and no where 
to run to. We turn our heads from the helpless. This type 
of behavior is nothing more than discouraging in my eyes. 
What makes you any better? What makes you any different? 
A world you hide in? A mask of Fools. A crown of Kings. 
Who are you to pass all your judgements, Compassion falls 
short. we're all burdened in the end, burdened in the end 
by your lack of conviction, burdened in the end by your 
lack of truth. I pity the ones that hold no sympathy. 
Narrow-mindedly walk through life, concerned less, with 
the ills of man. With your head so high, it might seem 
like centuries before you reach the ground. Your no 
better than the ones you shun away, survival of the 
fittest seems to suit you well. But when it comes time to 
reach for a hand, will you sink or swim, or will you 
drown?