Why are we weak,
When we want more than
Why is the need for depth
Met with such shallow opposition?
Why is substance sappy,
Why is idealism idiotic,
I don’t want to live in a world
Where these questions ring true,
If you agree with this nonsense,
I have nothing for you.
You keep digging, what do you think you’ll find?
If you won’t let me in, you won’t know my mind.
You think you know, but all you see are my mirrored walls.
I refuse to open up when you can’t hear my spirit’s calls…
If you keep pushing, I’ll piss you off. I’m programmed to offend.
Unless you try to help, to understand, my mind will only defend.
Give me a reason to trust you, if you want to see deep inside…
I don’t let just anyone in the dark cave where my demons hide.