We're breathing it, it sets in our minds like concretenA way of life like we learn to speaknSurrounded by social ideologiesnWe tear down these walls and we're freennA pretty face struck me and crippled me in many waysnI fought a war within myself that still exists todaynAnd I confess I don't know much of love at such an agenBut I do know what I'm feeling's self-inflicted painnnI look at myself in the mirror and know that I'm not the only one obsessednI turn on the news and I wonder what war has done to obligate these mennI look out at the crowd and consider what makes me so different from the restnI fall into bed and I wither as thoughts begin to pour out of my head and circulate againnnA gradual line curves and creates your entire lifenJust words on paper as you're set in timenAnd generations of your bloodlinenAre lost and slowly die