The People In The Attic

The People In The Attic
"It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality"

These are the words that set me free
We are the last of what used to be
Every breath, every moment
They're getting closer and closer to me
Stripping my dignity
With every brick as it's broken
Stealing hope from my whole family
Lights out
The path that God has lit grows ever darker
But my faith goes further now
I didn't want to be a fuc*** martyr
But I can't put my pen down
I stare through the cracks of my life in slow motion
As my world crumbles down around me
I write the words that set me free
Always glued to the radio
Getting lost in the static
As the attic is taking its toll
Can't we all just go?
I'm fuc*** sick of the inside
We're alive yet deprived and alone
Alive yet deprived and alone
But never on our own
I stare through the cracks of my life in slow motion
As my world crumbles down around me