A brief thought

I reach out to my minstrels, reach out to the chorus/ I've rode so many lies and seen so many die before us/ but I believe in the ideal/ try to seek out what is real/ understand a master plan/ and I see no benevolent band/ even with the fear I see in so many eyes/ I've never truly awoken from the pains that mesmerize/ and feed us to the devil at the end of our lives/ because we're too short sighted and afraid to die. I don't really know a thing I'm just trying to survive/ I want to find a reason for me to stay alive.