I wanna escape this world
and be a free bird.
So much confusion and pain
and disdain, and anger
so powerful and noisy
I can’t hear the sound
of reason and my heart;
everything’s to be destroyed.

“Being childish”, I hear,
Try to work it out, okay?
Don’t see my point?
It’s pointless, meaningless to fight,
there is no light, the tide is dead.
Nothing’s moving
but my angry soul.