Solitude - Inanimate Existence

They want to hate and they jump at the chance

To exile the innocent without remorse

Pointing the finger

So that they don’t have to look at themselves in the mirror

They want to hate because it brings them together

And because it leaves them feeling secure

Some of those who i thought to be friends

I now know never really knew who I was

I return to solitude

And once again I contemplate

What my purpose is

Who is it for?

Or is it only for myself?

Will I ever be

Free of the need

To achieve contentment?

Will I ever find

Another state, a peace of mind?

I return to solitude

Where once again I contemplate

What my purpose is inside this burdensome reality

I return to solitude

Where once again I contemplate

What is my purpose?

They point the finger

So they don’t have to look at themselves

Banding together deep inside their own hatred

They point the finger

So they don’t have to look at themselves

Banding together deep inside their own hatred

Banding together deep inside their own hatred

Banding together deep inside their own hatred