"The beliefs from the status quo picture drop down like from a drip dispenser
Leaving too many paths that lead to one-way talk with only the darkness
Sun breaks on a buffer-zone madness fleeing ghosts for all the wrong reasons
With apathetic eyes to the future complacent to the last broken pieces
No conspiracy to deny you or push you astray
You've withstood the streets that time walks
Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday.
Your grievance is wrapped in just simple surviving
Points raised, points abandoned; the big dream is hollow
Hereafters have not been chosen; the flame will find the oxygen
Stopgap measures down just take it for another spin
No conspiracy to deny you or push you astray
You've withstood the streets that time walks
Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday.
Walked into a field of vision cold hearted steps of perception
Closer to other eyes as distant stood the fall
Homesick along with a hometown state pack it up or pack it in
Promise of days gone past is a foregone situation
No conspiracy to deny you or push you astray
You've withstood the streets that time walks
Still treading on a hallowed gone heyday.
"