The color of the walls……
Matches the whites of their eyes
Click, click
Footsteps on the ground
But they don't care if we die
If we're lost or found
They just do their wretched job.
They found me with the knife in hand
He found me
My so called 'light'
But I would be happier if dead!
Why God, why can't they see?
I'm tired of playing these games with my head.
Sadistic little creatures, they are
Walking around with clipboards held high
Showing me my little aibou
"Yami! Yami stop it! Come back!"
He'd cry
In the throes of a panic attack
They used him against me!
I love him, my light
They're trying to trick me
Trying to tame me
So I won't fight
This isn't where I need to be
I'm here because I sacrificed
My self-worth fell in throughout the years
We always fought
They say I would have died
They are the ones I fear
They lie
It's funny isn't it?
How they judge who they don't know
Even in this wretched place
Things are too real for them all
Their arrogance and pride is just a show
They're terrified to watch us free-fall
They call me insane
Simply because I see the world another way
Signals of a conformist society
Maybe I am the truly sane
Living for yesterday and not for today
Comfortable with change
"Oh, but we can't have that!
He might be a threat!
Running around slitting his wrists
We should just put
him to sleep!"
A threat? You bet.
Shallow-minded creatures trying to wade in the deep!
I'm sorry my light, but I just don't belong.