and life at its worst
Innocents lost,
at everyones cost,
it seems to me that there not much time
to be inside
inside this bind
these eyes of mine
have seen that shiny blade
drag agianst the human body
these eyes of mine grow week
as i seek
to find the rules for lifes forsaken game
and the cost of fame
i need a line to figure this out
without my endless doubt
these eyes of mine
have seen my religion fade
as i grpw restless wishing i knew less
these eyes of mine
have seen the bitter world
as they try to make me there mime
but these eyes know
they cant make me there mime
and i cant make the world mine
these eyes of mine
throughout my days
have seen the twisted
and molested views
that arent kind
these eyes of mine have seen the beauties
of the world die
and the world only sighs
but the people who loved that beauty
try to go along mutely
and try to cease time
and if the world doesnt care if i die
then whats the meaning of life
and if the world doesnt care if i die
then who cares about these uninnocent
eyes of mine?