Pieces

What you're feeling, it's nothing new

And it's always something,

so what is wrong with you?

We find ourselves here, stuck inside

a never ending nightmare,

just trying to survive

All the roads away from here are blocked or burned

beyond repair

The one way left to go is out but no one really cares

Pieces of us always in bloom,

covering the walls of empty rooms

Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb,

by others' influence on you

We can not go back but we'll go through,

walk a mile in someone else's shoes

The sum of all the pieces'll have to do,

till we create the world anew

Fortunes are few and far between

Yet so many still believe that

one day that could be me

Misled by all these transplanted dreams

by free market values

and a just-world fallacy

Faithfully I wish to be the one to save this world from

evil

but I'm only me and we need everyone for this

This is what they always do,

and all it takes to quiet you

is promise of a better view when you have paid your

dues