Trying to fit us to the mold, forced into their form
A desperate attempt
At achieving something grand
Each time progress is matched with neglect

 

How can anyone get ahead?
When always looking back
Dissecting each other down to our core
The price for self-esteem
Is another man's failure
An infected equation, which can only destroy

 

 

 

 

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[ This Ending - Chaos Within ]