Pleading graces for the youth for making us make up the truth. Loading faces, sounding forced. We felt the whole went out of sorts. Grip the apple, stomp the snake. Clip our nails, give them a break. Give my life back within reason. Can my mind get over what we’ve become? Do you know how to take this? Is this our real life? How easy is it to have fun? Is this a movie where I’m not bleeding? In a dream, I held power under the sun. Give my life back if you believe us, within reason.