I can count on my hands all the time that I've taken
Time just to look at the world that you're making
Do you care if truth and pride will die at all?
The illusion of freedom is burning and dying and times will get worse everyday,
Are you dreaming or is life disposable?

(So sing those lies you speak about each day
because the worse I'm waiting from a dirty mouth or so they say)
All we are is broken.

You can see from my face all the time
I've wasted time after time
Wishing time could erase it

"Creeper" Mallory Knox