Two A. M. and I am awake.
Two A. M. and I am alive
Two A. M. and I am waiting for another sunrise.
So paint the picture that you wanted to see.
Break out of all of the lines that you've been drawing.
Two A. M. and I awake.
Two A. M. and I am alive
Two A. M. and I am waiting one another sunrise.
In so many words, out of all that I've heard,
Silence and loneliness have scarred their accents on me.
And every decision that I've delayed will bring the end of my everything,
We defecate on our dinner plates, and we'll lay in the beds that we make, for life.
And now I realize that I have ruined my own life.


Martyrs we've seen turn into our reflections
As all of our neighbors sell their own rendition.
We have forgotten that we can build, but in the guilt, we never will.
Upstairs were down stares into my eyes,
Revenge slowly grew within me.
Forgiveness set me free.
Forgive and set them free.
An empty room fills with a fed up audience,
The crowd decides that there's nothing left to see.
We bare no witness anymore.
So now we wonder as we sit and wait.
Everything that we've valued for so long,
Thrown away for insecurity.
If we don't turn around,
This is how we will all be found:
Dead.
Lifeless.
Buried in their wake.