When the Bough Breaks

Alone...
 She was...
 And we face this journey alone...
 Helpless and weak
 Dependent on others' decisions and needs
 But who's to say what is right?
 To protect a soul or to save a life?
 Is it a plague or a gift?
 The ability to create in the way of the Gods?
 We are instinctual artists
 Atlas had nothing on what we've got
 When half a race carries the weight of existence
 And society shuns most circumstances
 Reputation screams to conform
 And cast out anything deviating from the norm
 The only way to believe your lies
 Is to spread them far and spread them wide
 Creation like a limitless universe
 But boundaries are what define size
 Wake up! Remember nightmares by
 Sharing them upon gaining consciousness
 Wake up! A flooded nation is soon to spoil
 So wave your flags west!
 Equality will never be attained
 When blaming Eve for the sins we've gained
 A fighter until the end
 But sympathy only kicked in once she was dead
 The sacrifice of a life
 Or rather an exchange, instead
 Pity, regret and sorrow turned into hope
 But even then the newborn winds up dead
 Black – white, wrong – right
 Quite simple hypocrisy
 Since when is an accident a responsibility?
 If you play God once, I can play God twice
 Give me the decision and I'll handle the fight
 Materialism now subsides
 The only way to believe your lies
 Is to spread them far and spread them wide
 Creation like a limitless universe
 But boundaries are what define size
 Tradition exists when no one has the guts to change
 Someone asked me what the difference One can make, one day
 For we're the moss, the Earth - the stone
 So let us do as did the Tree
 For silence will long be ignored
 And action recognized quickly
 What if? I should have... Hindsight always haunts me
 A thousand Judases could never stop me
 Slings and arrows disappoint and taunt me
 But I'm not wrong, and I'll sacrifice everything
 Just because I know the way since the beginning
 ...Hindsight always haunts me, and then the bough breaks