My Fears Have Become Phobias
As Blood Runs Black
4:00A struggle of change that is made A wrinkle in time, battle of the brave Fighting for hope of one's beliefs Deceiving thoughts planted in minds When hell freezes over will come the time That one's point will have been made There's shattered thoughts and broken dreams Wasted lives all of the brighter side of suffering There's more than fighting for cause There's fighting for what you believe If there's a fork in the road of your path One side needles the other's glass At least you're walking instead of dragging on what's paved Some see the glass half empty, others full I just see the waters cold and so is this world that we live in And so I segregate Separated from the ones without a cause I segregate, I segregate Would you believe, could you believe There's more to this than what it seems? It's the brighter side of suffering Poverty, injustice, struggling with the pain A humble mind of wisdom and non-corruption Would you believe? There's more to this from this life! There's more to this! Finding a solution Hope for tomorrow For a better today A new revolution, we stand and fight and face the pain