Stuck in the trenches
buried under weights
heavy coldness
gripping our limbs

Hiding in dusty rooms
gripping comfort blankets
of tidious grey gloom

In the darkness reverberate
all of tomorrows doom
as we hold on to
what was never meant
to be

Nobody there to see
how we bleed in longing
of what never was

Neverland a creation
of backward-looking 
hive mind
awstruck to have 
been awaken

We where risen to great 
heights and tossed
back to the ground
the glory nowhere
to be found

What are we now
but a mere echo of 
our soul hidden
deep in turmoil
as we shape
our future 
once again

Say after me:
My opinion 
doesn't matter

Think together with me:
Yes it does!