Individual individual liberties, The freedom to choose our fate, Choose whether to go or whether to stay, We are all locked into this pattern it seems. We are nothing and yet we are all, The many, the few, the fatal, the decaying, This is the way of the world, And the world will have its way. It doesn't matter if we stand in few or many, Fate has us all bound to this life, Or is it the end we seek for ourselves?, Maybe we're all wrong and it seeks us. Breathless lying awake, but wrapped into this dream, Our reality exists to destroy our very being, We are all our own worst enemy it seems, Hate, lust, pain, the very things we do to ourselves. How can we trust others to not cause us this anguish?, We, in this human condition, cannot even trust ourselves, The insanity pulls at us, tugging from below, pushing from within, In the end we will all breathe the dark breath and lead ourselves blindly to our own deaths.