Hands up

i hear a voice telling everyone he cant be heard
i see a man with his eyes closed
i know he thinks he cant be seen
but until he checks how could he know?

there are things you have to see to believe
there are things you cant that you must
there are things i dont want to talk about
there are things if i dont my guts will bust

i dont think i can help what i believe
its a premise that i think i must hold
but theres a process where one is convinced
and we become a kin to that which we are exposed

how can we be almost?
but we can
how can we see no hope?
but we can

find hope in the corner of your eye quick
if you can manage it
the minute that you make eye contact it
it vanishes

its as if she has to,
but whats she so afraid of?
is it because when we get what we hope
for she dissolves like she was only made up?

there are no mistakes,
just paths you didn't want
9 of 10 you find out you were wrong about the right thing
so even if your dreams come true dont flaunt

violence is like fire
every sword has a double edge
you can dish it out
but you cant hold it in

point is I'm just trying to expose
methodically, myself
and do the best i can be transparent
periodically, for my health

My hate is corrosive
stomach acid in my veins
i begin to digest myself
i walk around hollow and drained

but not everyday is bad
so I'm certainly thankful
i want to make the world a better place
but first i gotta get stable