.

thinking this time would be different than before

The faces have all changed but the dreams remain the same

They never come to pass, but it keeps us in this game

Choosing high over the pain
broken body, un-broken chain

I hate the man I've made
(what) I hate more: is to change

    Sitting around with faces so blue and nothing ever changes
    but nothing else will do
    we pour this glass of pain, deeper into our veins   
    and let the poison wash away the pain of today