You find yourself haunting old rooms as you go on your knees to be lifted from what you want the most. But believe when its good you won't see anymore of the truth that gets thrown away. Under a blanketed shield we almost paid for it. We found destructive inner tendencies that no one accepts. We don't belong. We get sent away. We get to build this ship so economically efficient. Dying everyday inside, no dignity existence. The captain drinking spoils while squandering below in work stalls the crew goes on about their day, and stay. I never ate the slop you fed in anyway. I didn't give enough to ever get away. I don't have reasons to give the best of me. I'm holding back until everyone is listening.