The Storm - Fuck the Facts

It was the loss

Of youthful purity

They created their path

Seeked for insecurity

And fed

On the low self-esteem

The problem

In the solution

A black cycle

Made or relying on true fiction

Shades of truth

Lost in farfetched ridiculous stories

The mastery of language is the forfeit

Answer to stay in

Denial and stand by

The storm, the storm

The entire walls

Were built with sand bricks

As everything piled up

The architect was left drained

All factors that bared upon him, always justified

Always made of excuses

Refusal, all consequences removed

And solutions refused, eyes closed on the scale of it

This delusional world is euphoric, is in his hands

Master in

Procrastination with pernicious social skills

Finding comfort in all of his beliefs

Walking on eggshells

Underachieved

Broken

This self-inflicted, hazed, deluded

Did you ever believe your own bullshit?

Numerous were fooled

With nice words and catch phrases

And the canvas finely created

Keep it spinning, before everything crashes

Almost invincible

You’ve touched the sky in a hurtful escape

Your vivid imagination glazed a pitiful existence

Sip slowly on your victory, your reign is merely empty

The facade

In pieces, you are exposed

Knife sharp facts

Broke their way to the top

Deceiving everyone

With sadness and disgust

It was the loss

Of youthful purity

They created their path

Seeked for insecurity

And fed

On the low self-esteem

I can forgive

I just won’t forget

We can forgive

We just won’t forget