Entangled

Growing, growing, tall and strong, vines and thorns they are, Enveloping my body, leaving bruises, scratches, scars. Only getting burdensome i try my best to flee, But when i try to rip away the thorns cause me to bleed. I stand still for a moment, and try to plot my moves, But if i try to free myself I know that i will lose. The trap intends to kill me, no matter how i try, No matter how i fight it, I am certain i will die. I once had hope but now i see that there is no escape, Cuz i was born within these thorns, so see its only fate. Some of you were meant to live, your minds will let you fly, But some of us are anchored here, and born to live in lies. Lies of hope, lies of dreams, lies of empty choices, The only truth we understand, it lives within the voices. Entangled in these voices, and thoughts inside our brains, When everything is stripped away the voice is what remains. So how do you escape something, the only thing you've known, And how do you ignore it when the thorns dig into bone. You can't, you see its always there, the voices let them flourish. And since the voice is here to stay, you know the vines stay nourished. Voices, thorns, they're two in one, they feed off of eachother, So whats the point, its time you see that you're becoming smothered. Is this it, is this the end, do you know where you are headed? Its hard to say cuz to this day you're still deeply embedded.