Social Disability

Is it the end, or is it just me?
 Will it happen that we'll be set free?
 Chaos is near: the fear of all fears
 Shall we continue to hope when faith starts to bleed?
 When truth isn't told and still controls a fold... I feel blind
 I'm questioning myself but I can't find...
 I try to dream but sleep took off.
 I felt not sure and went for a walk.
 It is the end and we are not to blame.
 We'll feel free at last and the game will end
 This game will end...
 I feel like I've been told lies from the day I was born
 Enacting a story that is not mine, is it enough of a burden?
 I try to climb between the doubts that are surrounding my mind
 I don't feel free and guess what; I don't feel that I'm being me.