Hiding

Staring at the sun to undo

Seeing half made heros

I grow weary of sight

I'd rather be blind

And for hearing

The ones that promise comfort

Expiation

Claims all of us

Strip my ear drums

Prophetic, pathetic

You won't get a tithe

Hiding behind

Eloquent lines and lies

All of my heros are

Sitting in hell

And death is the price

But now life is for sale

Biting off more than we chew and swallow, see it's not that easy, but nothing ever comes for free and while that we're all recognizing

Half made heros

Spend their days in a bottle

Bouncing in with two left ankle sprains

Broken mirrors

Mimic thoughts that we swallow

Reflecting on the strain

Sensing senseless

Minds desperate to follow

Tired walks share heavy eyes and the blame

Broken mirrors

Mimic thoughts that we swallow

Hiding -- all the same

Painting a picture

A means of escape

Dreaming of return

To simplicity

Blessings bestow

From slot machines

The deaf and the blind

Won the lottery

All of my heros are

All of my heros are

Sitting in hell

All of my heros are

Sitting in hell

Death is the price

Life is for sale

All of my heros are

Sitting in

Hell