Same

So deep into illusion

I don't know you any more

You fear that we are different

I fear we are the same

I came to individuality

But it all feels so fake

We all make the same follies

We all have the same fears

But I have begun to hate

Being human

Being tied to this change of hand

You are not bad

You are all the same

Lord Knows

I’m tired of religion.

The sinking feeling of this creation,

And you would scorn me for loving

These things that make it real

These things that we believe in

They are yellow, sticky, false

They are ugly

They’re so ugly

And that’s what makes them count

We remember what haunts us

We remember what kills us while we’re still living,

Will I remember the sweetness of a touch?

The movement of a dance?

Lord knows, they say.

Lord knows.

Me, the child

It's harder to heal

When you can't speak your mind

Locking itself in hopes

Of a kindness

Ready to leave

With it's trembling chin

You are the child

Who keeps me locked in

You speak your mind

Wielding your sword

It whistles with conviction

It smiles in aggression

And I'd try to scream

But you'd always be right

So I am the ghost

Who gets pushed aside