My eyes have been consistenly tired
Just when I think I have seen the world for what it truely is
I am surprise to find that I am surprised
Its a case of raising the level of hope
That things could change
Eyes fixed in a smoky glaze of contempt
I slowly pass my mirrors fate
To see my face and within my gaze
That in order for the world to really change
I would need to change first
I would need to set my thirsts and hungers higher than they have ever been
above I must become the change
and break my wretched gaze