Unearth

Surrounded by infection.
Increasing mass forms our nation.
Blind hordes create our demise.
Succumbed by a worthless living.
I'll never follow you into your herded lives.
I said I'll never follow you into your unclean world, the dirt and selfish ways.
A constant focal point to cloud and find a haze.
What you fall is on is a falsehood of how time should pass by.
You fall in deeper following one another.
Fake.
Mindless reason pushed upon widespread volume.
Fine line.
Invisible exception.
A burning sense of misconception.
Fly high to forget your demons.
Invite them in to be your leader.
Sold.
Feeling a blurring sense of motion.
Forgetting whats important.
Your living not just drifting.
Insure our forward movement by breaking life's unwritten rules of