Twenty-Five - Witch Hunt

You’re twenty-five and you’re barely alive

Blood’s still running through your body

But your spirit’s long since died

You’ve trained yourself to keep your distance

In the sand you’ve drawn your line

So afraid of people’s expectations

In constant battle with your mind

You have become what you hate the most

An apathetic old man with a grudge

Succumbing to life’s pressures without fight

Why do you stay here?

Because your fucking pride has buried you alive

In this debris of shit blown out of proportion

In your maladjusted mind

You think that you’re so fucking different

But you just tow the same old lines

Leading to this sicking ship

Living in constant fear of time

Opportunity arises and you don’t care

You project an image of no hope

But I’ve looked into your

Eyes and seen it there

You’d love to smash this

World that’s put

You in the state you’re in

Twenty-five

It’s your life

But still you try to deny

Everything you feel inside

It’s time to cut their fucking line