Alive and Alone, She cries to the world

This is not your world
this place is theirs and if you even begin to think
you might be able to become something more
more than just a void and a crutch for something you don't believe in
you will be smashed, destroyed, and glamourously made an example of

this is not your home
your heart is still gold but your body has turned black
wanting for something you cannot have
please come with us they plead as your clothes are torn
your face is the only impression you will ever make

this is not your dream
miss america is a virginified whore with two buck teeth and a tractor
your loves have passed as society blurrs them with desperation and lines
dirty looks come more from the mirror because no one told you where to run
and now it seems to be your fault

What can we do?
We are ants in an army of constant conforming
the inescapable black hole of power and pride
and the retreated memories burn in our souls

Run to the hills for your house is now burning
the smoke is the clearest air youve ever seen
you cant catch the joker but you can catch the fool
but they are one in the same it may seem