Welcome to the state of crowd authority One more brick in their own foundation Please leave your ego outside Individual self devastation They never need the key to pass this door For your flooded mind is open As the whisper turns to a roar Injected thoughts are stigmatized in you No one was even close to win this game To reach the end without a blame "Last days most times are painted grey" I heard them say and now they fade It seems insane to me I stumble on these frames Obsessed by your beliefs Once again I never realized how weak we are Infiltrated by infected seeds Scar by scar We are transforming to the shades of what we could be