The Storm

White lies

It was the loss of youthful purity
They created their path, seeked for insecurity
And fed on the low self esteem

The problem in the solution
A black cycle
Made or relying on true fiction
Shades of truth
Lost in farfetched ridiculous stories

The mastery of language
Is the forfeit answer
To stay in denial
And stand by the storm, the storm

The entire walls were built with sand bricks

As everything piled up
The architect was left drained

All factors that bared upon him
Always justified
Always made of excuses

Refusal
All consequences removed
And solutions refused
Eyes closed on the scale of it

This delusional world is euphoric, euphoric, is in his hands
Master in procrastination with pernicious social skills
Finding comfort in all of his beliefs

Walking on eggshells
Underachieved, broken
This self-inflicted, hazed, deluded
Did you ever believe your own bullshit?

Numerous were fooled
With nice words and catch phrases
And the canvas finely created
Keep it spinning, before everything crashes

Almost invincible
You've touched the sky in a hurtful escape
Your vivid imagination glazed a pitiful existence
Sip slowly on your victory your reign is merely empty

The facade in pieces, you are exposed
Knife sharp facts
Broke their way to the top
Deceiving everyone
With sadness and disgust

It was the loss of youthful purity
They created their path, seeked for insecurity
And fed on the low self esteem

I can forgive
I just won't forget
We can forgive
We just won't forget