Escapism

lies told a thousand times, take an independance from our words.
weve all been wrong before, but this is all i know, we can speak in absolutes, create a false truth.
but how can we be proud of, that which we despise? is this our
quiet revolution, built up and destroyed? well believe what we want, romanticism blacks out reality. theres only so long that we can live in hopes weve had and dreams weve created. in empty rooms with sloping walls the shades are drawn the lights are out. theres no comfort in our blackened windows, we cant resign ourselves to this, we cant gve up we wont give in. were locked up but we hold the key.
all that we thought that we knew, all that we believed, its evicent that weve fooled ourselves