Issachar

The weight of what's to be done Making you feel ill Your plans unfulfilled Dreams interrupted This cannot be real We fortify our cities Minds bound Despair is what we cling to now Fear-filled Eyes shroud Consulting our records No grounds Hopeful that a precedent is found Anxious Angst-less Cowards I can't see it but I think it's here It's here now I can't feel it but I think it's real Make it real It's real now Are you happy? Are you fulfilled? Are you craving a change? The hours The days Making you ill But you put it off You keep punching the clock Leaving it as a thought Complacent Complicit In all that they've done To keep tearing you down They keep tearing you down Tear you down