The uncreative juices flow from all but a selective few   and even those they tend to be wasted   you have taken pride in a lifeform that you think you know   but what you do not know is it's rotting   it is so unfortunate that this is how our world must be   but why must i accept reality, is this reality?   how can i exist amongst you people when i feel this way   when all that seems so wrong is everywhere   A world without substance feeling so superior   i am discontent with lies and with ineffective lives   should i grieve for mankind or live out my life   to be free of pain i'll want it back again   so to be one with man i must be false to myself   any effort's futile for my life is just mine   i have visions of worlds that are unparalleled   my attempts are in vain to walk this earth without shame   for being human   This is my reality and you do not have to accept it   you are only human with excuses and complaints   couldn't you be something greater come on now you know the answer   you are so absorbed with your own pathetic lives   why should i feel pity for you i don't think i know the answer   have you ever thought about opening your closed eyes   what is it that you're afraid of, don't you want to see yourself   couldn't bear to see yourself as i see you