Pushing us into self-destruction

They make me... dream their dreams, visions of greed. Stealing time, are you here or am I dreaming. Am I starting to row alone for the sake of a vision that will only push me further along the way back. Is it just a show for you or is it a business where we feed your self esteem and crawl back to your hole while I drift in thoughts. Word said, word taken, word spoken, word broken, it's funny how it's so easy, at least for some. I let my darkest soul unfold... broken, battered and bruised.