1. END IN SIGHT

I can see it collapsing.
Their carefully constructed world,
Coming apart but still preserving
What has failed time and time again.

We are the gears in the machine,
Shared burden of complacency.
But here below, we claw to the top,
Stepping on others to get ahead

The illusion of opportunity
Has us focused on the wrong enemy.
It’s time to remove the support,
And watch it fall apart.
You can keep pointing fingers,
But we are all to blame.

We are the pillars.
Remove yourself.

The end is in sight,
But it’s just out of reach.


2. EARLY GRAVE

For every method of self-abuse,
And lives stolen through directed use.
For every cleverly disguised noose,
And victims left unable to choose.

All the problems that you can’t face,
The mistakes that you want to escape,
And the regrets you try to erase,
Still exist at the end of the day.

I hold in contempt,
Profit from addiction.
Targeted from birth,
No concern for those afflicted.

For every loved one i’ve watched decay,
For everything that stands in my way,
For every path to an early grave...
Straight edge - the choice remains.