The Arena.

In the end it really becomes all about those who can keep upDistraction has its costsAnd the unlocaliza barefootStrangers decryptedMore creativity broke freeThe blurbs of mania went unspokenLooking at the bulbs of strangersRealising they've gone dark so long agoAnd there you are still searching for the same sparkYou see children looking at you in your leather coatTeens that aspireYou forget not lonce ago you were one of themThe inner you keeps digging ashesChasing doors of possibilities in hungerWhen you're away from the arena your hunger seems the mostYou forget the mortal driven to chase your hungerNo matter how fast it runs you leave it all asunderHungry to power

The reality you create yourself is betterYou give in to the voices of hungerInside you there is the cub of the tiger Waiting to be bornAs the lionesse roars

The problem with the world is that We're taught of it as if it was a happeningThe determinants and the uncertainty gets untoldThe meanyms go beyond to surpass the realityThe normality we then get toldOnly to have it crumble and only before it's too late