Why do we keep returning to the blackhole?
Spinning around like we’ve lost control.
A finger on the trigger to end us quick.
Its like we can’t get past any of it.
Sad truth is that its always the same.
Do this, do that until it numbs our brain.
Choices are few and far between.
Cause everytime we simply forego the dream.
What a place in which to choose to dwell.
Invented and crafted our living hell.
We call it progress and positivity.
All while we sink to bottom of the sea.
Open your eyes and say something to me.
You can’t and the words got stuck in three.
Reality has hit and now you can’t look away.
We forged these cages that are our society.