The Writer

It's your turn right now, let me see your steps

Let me feel your hesitation

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

We know the reproach to yourself

All your reflections as an open secret

All your mistakes as a success

Your tears as the pitiful disport

Your decisions make us win

Follow the guide we gave you

Don't look upward, there's nothing above you

Your eyes aren't qualified

Your memory is your future

Can you remember your end?

We, we are your faith and your fear

We are your inspiration and your overload

You're all equal

This is your reality, your veiled sight

You can never see

You can put the blame on us

You can put the blame on us

"It's all about your personal interpretation of what you're looking at."

I see you try to grow with your scars

But you fail again and again

You can put the blame on us

This is what, this is what we expect

This makes your life so much easier

Just close your eyes, follow blindly

In your deepest dreams you can see us

In your lonely hours you can feel us

In your lonely hours you can feel us

(You can feel us, you can feel us)

This prison was built for you

You are not ready for the outside

Maybe you will never be

Maybe you will never see

Nothing is more constant than change

So why, why don't you change within?

Positions won't change

As long as you can't see the point

Till then we will keep observing you...

Sneering