Disconnected

Born, free
Forever regressing
To a state of total self-doubt
Searching for what it is to be

Wander, disconnected
Disillusioned, medicated
Cracking under the pressure
Mere shells of what we were born to be

There is a way, step back, start over
Open your eyes

Drown in the colour
Immerse yourself within its beauty

Crawling, mutilated
Withered, broken-hearted

This was not meant to be your fate
Your integrity is wasting away
There is still time
There is still time

Drown in the colour
Immerse yourself within its beauty
Gaze into the fires that defined you
Be one, be yourself