Escapism

Escaping this reality would be every ones release

escaping this reality the sorrow would decrease

we know that history has led us all astray

we feel alone, we feel afraid, we close our eyes and pray

The pressure of life drains everyone dead dry

our inner selves stolen with every tear cried

our hearts and minds become filled with desert sands

as the strife of life evaporates hope from our hands

We utilize mechanisms to cope with memories

memories that become undead risen long ago buried

the poisons we ingest create pains in our chest

ourselves we detest in the end we regress

Our existence is an illusion of hardship and heartache

in all that is good and evil we will surely partake

this dimension can be filled with anguish or glee

from mothers maternity through to slave of economy

Slaves or masters you all make the decision

this system will surely force you into submission

the rich the poor the strong the weak

all would be wise to become the meek