Weakness Son, it Lives in the Eyes

Feel the fear rushing through your pulse I'm sure it's nothing like the pain I was forced to endure I'm sure it's nothing but a misplaced heart beat Like what happens when you're lying But I'm innocent until proven guilty I'm sure it's not as bad as I've explained it to be Some days I think I'm stronger than an ax Some days I think I'm weaker than a feather in a tsunami And on the days in between I tell a lie out loud in my room And try to feel if my heart skips a beat Maybe a shield of detection would allow for better self reflection But I'm always innocent until proven guilty The veins running up until my finger tips I'm convinced, my self control is just a substance Sometimes it's flowing, other times I've hit a drought But it's hard not to cave in When everyone around me has made me build a wall of defending impending doubt I'm a martyr of loosely spoken factuality But yet again, I'm innocent until proven guilty And some day I'll realize the skeletons in my closet Are just costumes that forgot to hide my face And some day I'll be better than the outlaws that came before me That got caught before they could change A heartbeat in my arm and in my chest and on my neck I am seething life but obtaining words is knowing And watering the flowers of our minds is growing And leading the charge of a change is hoping And taking steps back isn't always a bad thing Backing away from a cliff is prevailing I'm sure this worry is nothing but a lost and dampened heartbeat But either way, lasting through it and seething life, is surviving It never mattered if I told a lie I’m sure God’s got an eye on me anyways I’m a fire-starter in the walls of broken democracy But yet again, I’m always innocent until proven guilty