weird...

waiting for the dust to clear,
walking aimlessly through life.
Nothing matters now
except my heart,
which i've given to a fool.
A jester's life
a living nightmare
i'm now about to embark
tell these fools
these wasted lives
how it feels to be free.

We were free once.
But we've chained ourselves up again.
waiting for the dust to clear.

We sit aimlessley by
waiting for an epiphany,
nothing changes
no one tries
to stop the end anymore...