Caught in the underworld’s work, an upperclassman drowns, once a promising child, now haunted beyond help
How many suicides a year? The fate of those in debt, solitary deaths – the unseen feelings behind news articles
Fading mountain scenery, pale blue, memories packed away
The trash can of a nameless hometown store, inescapable town camaraderie, half-hearted efforts, aimless runs
Outside, a storm rages, vowing a farewell, while you sleep in a warm room
Economic downturn in local governments, grandma falls victim to fraud
Bodies found in the water on Monday, children dying because of adults
Festival drummers yelling to dance and forget it all
Behind the calm facade, death awaits its turn
Security forces beating citizens, random injustice, ringing ears from gunfire, military control in the suburbs
In an inescapable town, we dream at least, living shame everyone bears, so intense the colors of the evening sun
Stop the setting sun, stop the setting sun
Endless courage is a bonfire, brightly illuminating your Adam’s apple
But at the same time, it’s frustrating, the flickering shadow envies you
The means chosen out of necessity, a future chosen someday is a quagmire
Just doing what must be done, my hands stained red by the morning sky
Following blindly, scraping by, paid happiness, gaps in the room filled with self-deprecation
One more step from here, a faint hope to escape, wounds healed by your smile, next time I’ll do it right
Economic downturn in local governments, grandma falls victim to fraud
Bodies found in the water on Monday, children dying because of adults
Festival drummers yelling to dance and forget it all
Behind the calm facade, death awaits its turn
Security forces beating citizens, random injustice, ringing ears from gunfire, military control in the suburbs
In an inescapable town, we dream at least, living shame everyone bears, so intense the colors of the evening sun
Stop the setting sun, stop the setting sun
Finally, an exit in sight, birds chirping faintly, surprised at how well I’m doing, connected to that day
Walking hand in hand with you, heart racing towards anticipation and the future
But this slipping hand, perhaps bloodied by past sins
Someday I’ll become just a number, an article swiped away
My certain existence here, a fantasy spoken in a few lines
The sorrow of the mire, the joy of rock bottom, the rage of being robbed, a scenario that can’t be rewritten
Economic downturn in local governments, grandma falls victim to fraud
Bodies found in the water on Monday, children dying because of adults
Festival drummers yelling to dance and forget it all
Behind the calm facade, death awaits its turn
Security forces beating citizens, random injustice, ringing ears from gunfire, military control in the suburbs
In an inescapable town, we dream at least, living shame everyone bears, so intense the colors of the evening sun
Swipe today, swipe today, a life trapped in a synopsis
Swipe today, swipe today, forgotten screams and atonement