blasting at the sky, wondering if god will shed any tears...
shouting until my lungs hurt, concealing all my many fears...
in the hollowness of my anger, my words seem so meaningless...
fading softly like the first kiss, gone like childish bliss...
bringing people near to me, just to tell them get up off me...
blaming others, but its truly i thats killing me softly...
needing a solid truth, faith, and love to tightly hold...
needing god in my life, needing to stay true to the soul...

-blasting-

someone once told me to live life, but it seems like i struggle to survive...
searching for the positive but suffering the negative is no longer a surprise...
flashbacks to days of mellow living, mindless existence, positive vibrations...
one simple decision, life turned rough, i became an enemy of all the nations...
constantly hearing stories of becoming heroes, one man can make a difference...
the last time one man truly changed the world, all others put up resistance...
so why tell to me to be different? why tell me to be unique? its all the same...
making myself strong is in fact making me weak, a constant downpouring rain...
striving to be unique is in fact conformity at its worst, a facade of the proud...
if you need me, im struggling with the rest of them, try to find me in the crowd...

-this life we live-

in the darkness lies a man, dirty and scruff, clothes ragged and tattered...
still breathing, surviving, but his eyes reveal his spirit is shattered...
many nights has he spent crying, tears flowing down dirt stained cheeks...
too tired to even beg for money, even too tired to beg for food to eat...
he has given up even though the warrior within his soul longs to roar...
he gazes longingly at the sky, just one oppurtunity to be able to soar...
but he owns nothing, he's cried so much that he has no tears to choke...
this man is me, this man is us before christ, who has given us the hope...

-hope-

welcome to reality, welcome to the real world, how alive is your cross?...
woke up in the morning, slept at night, all in between seemed so lost...
now i rest restless, the world is now alive in my eyes, alive in its death...
my soul aches to give life to the world, a risen savior it has not yet met...
i am through shedding my tears, i am through crying for this hopeless cause...
how i yearn for the early days of naivety, for my life to be what it once was...
welcome to reality, welcome to addictions and disease, pleasant introduction...
ive opened my eyes to a world of sleaze, demoralization, pain and destruction...
it just is not the same any more, life no longer enjoyable since yesterday...
i see my own insecurities crumble around me, caught up in the worlds decay...
welcome to reality, in its utmost cruelty, devoid of any kind of blessing...
im still tired and weary of this reality, this life is so damn depressing...
but then i know that there is still hope, with new wisdom comes responsibility...
i kneel before the cross, you should come and join me, welcome to our reality...

-welcome to reality-