Boundless
    (专辑: Everything We Could Have Done Differently - 2013)
    
    Dear everyone, we are a 
broken people.  But, it's okay, at least we have each other.  And all I 
ask is that we can love one another,  In a 
society of social adaptation to no end.  We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend.  Enduring injustice and lack of substance, reduced to redundancy.  Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the 
church of Christ.  Now, the 
church of judgement.  Amid the 
beautiful devastation,  The 
reusable meditation to calm the 
nerves of witnesses to a 
crime of passion.  A 
crime of madness,  A 
crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas,  Reaching into the 
hearts of children,  Grabbing into their vital organs.  Until their blood pumps differently,  Now inept to the 
silence,  Rather than the 
equality.  We've been indoctrinate to believe that it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain.  And this is a 
belief that I 
breathe in, every single day.  Not letting a 
single moment go to waste.  But we find fault in our grief, and we let political biases enter a 
spiritual realm, and change the 
pace of our breath,  Until anxiety has consumed the 
depth of our mess, that is our bleeding head.  Breaking our necks and changing the 
landscape of the 
human brain.  To conform to lessons we prescribe to those we thought were not living life in a 
way we wanted to see astride.  So we created a 
diatribe, a 
sickening language of dialect to change the 
meaning of brokenness.  So we can say we are changed.  Even thought the 
linguistics were simply just rearranged.  And brought back to a 
point of comfort,  Through a 
time of stress.  And we talk to each other fairly straight,  But at a 
scary rate, we escalate our fate to the 
point of that very break.  And then in times of comfort we barely relate.  Just a 
merry state of intellect fleeting down a 
warred drain,  But it always leaves dark stains in the 
sink holding society to the 
brink of rioting.  The 
extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing.  I 
want the 
ink of my pen to stain the 
hands and hearts of many,  In the 
name of love,  In the 
name of peace,  In the 
name of grace.  Don't shy away I 
don't write to expose shame, or pass blame.  But rather to make it known that we are all the 
same.  In need of love,  and in need of embrace.  So let's make this change, and find a 
way to relate,  In a 
way of love,  Not hate.