Sitting in solitude, is our agonizing truth
Surrounded by the monsters, we created our conquerors
Every word uttered, marked as a blasphemy
Revolting sounds left echoing, inside white padded rooms
Being told we are doomed, as we don’t want to be alright
Called cowards every time, we tried to end our plight
It’s not easy to understand, the feelings consuming us whole
We can’t describe our situation, you have to look into our soul
We don’t blame you because you’re normal
So why are we blamed to be different?
Is it too hard to act decent, when you’re not complacent?
Are we living for ourselves or to make it up to you?
Do we do not have the right to live a life of our truth?
Our illness makes us mad, sometimes we bleed to ease the pain
Sometimes we go much more further to put an end to all the vain
As we are not accepted in society we are treated like animals
Maybe worse than that and this attitude is tragical
All we need is a little love a little care to be alright
We only revolt when you make us get into a fight
With all the emotions and the feelings that we feel inside our mind
As they cripple us day and night making us weaker with time
Remorse kills us every day for we know what we have done
Losing control is dangerous but it surely isn’t fun
We hope all you people will someday understand
Sometimes we lose to our inner demons
It’s not a choice it’s nothing planned
The Kronik 969…