There’s a sickness inside that wants to escape
It’s a feeling you get when you can’t find your way
So how many times must you fall to your knees
We all must be dreaming this life away
Have we all lost our sanity to past days
Now love is being divided by hate
Have we all lost control of our feelings
Is there a cure for the worlds sickness
A moment of time passes by without rewind
Who’s to blame when you have no heart
Selling our soul for no reason
While we’re dreaming this life away
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 