Lies that you created For too long inside they incubated Overgrown and overworked and overzealous gone berserk This time that we have wasted Special made like wine that we had tasted Never ripe and never good your purpose so misunderstood This time Is mine Grown to be inside me Will it leave or will it breed This hate that we've uncovered Every path is leading to another Built inside as anger cried and can't forget that people died Still blind to human faces Sympathy cools fast with random traces Constant brewing racing back and multiplied we fear attack This time Is mine Darkened greed an empty seed Still indeed we've all been freed This case Constant state forever Daily task in numbness we persevere Yet to teach a way to reach yet with remorse we stay the course And charge as once conflicted Must persist and yet we are restricted Once again enough to send a voice to choose as anger brews This time Falling back Risk attack All is hate Make us wait Recreate Incubate Overworked Gone berserk All is waste Had a taste Never good Understood Anger brews Time to choose Recreate Incubate