In the deepest depths of collapse, with no hope to rise
I've been broken, torn from the root and begun by seed
God gave hope and birth, offered hope through sacrifice
Life does not guarantee more than existence, or victory
Why do I try to answer all of those rhetorical questions
We're given intelligence, can we not know answers
In madness, I need survival and heard abstentions
Life sees disease, disorders, syndromes and cancer
And we're faced with the reverse of a mirror
There are glass cracks, filled with color red
But we've chosen to become blind
Never to see the collision ahead
What do we have, what can we do
