If you would've understood more, if you choose to..
The ones around, plays the perfect stage...
A stage so small yet, of your own.
the world as you see, wasn't true..
the world as you see, circulates you...
what more are we, than mere specs?
mere specs, for you:
Tainted with ignorance..'
We offer our selves,
you took us for granted,
Assumed that you deserve us,
we let you be.. yet what you see in us?
fire wood, when you're cold?
as how you burned off our souls...
mildly for your comfort,
that "pitiful life" you choose to dwell in.
Stop the voices! as they continue,
shredding our hearts,
drowned away our love for you,
pierced the very souls we've left,
breaking the oars which paddles our bonds.
why do you not choose to be it?
At least you can choose to learn it..
Yet, we know you too well,
as how you display yourself higher,
expected all to understand, and in irony:
are we then.. part of your understanding?
I will worship it, if it could stop the voices.
i care less, if i spend my life in an asylum,
as long as the voices are gone,
i will treasure it:
if it could predict the future...
then it would be yours: ...
alone as you are without us...
in the corner, weeping off tears of silence...
will choose to continue your present madness..
as you choose to infect voices in our heads now..
the tears of silence will be your partner.
you can try to scream then,
only the echo of your voice you'll get... why?
for the voices have deafen those ears,
that once stood close to you..
the cries of anguish, will get no replies.
it will save you from your voices...
save you from being far away..
save you by keeping you quiet..
save you... so we can be there..
i trust you have eyes to see...
but your sight is limited to it only, eyes...
therefore we are not visible enough to you..
we are a blur to your limited vision..
as you shove us aside with your walking stick..
but yet we still hope everyday,
hope for your third eye to be opened..
your third eye...
at least once, open it to see us..
at least once, open your heart..