As I sit here thinking about life's tragedies, and all of its malodies. I feel nothing but depression, and everything burns an impression. Life is full of scars, and everybody is fighting internal wars. Their battlecry is seen within their eyes, if you look deeply you can feel these cries. Their burden is what wears them down, it's the tiresome grip of humanity. In our past is where we drown, it's what turns sanity into insanity. Every event leads towards our breaking point silently, which causes some people to cut themselves violently. Yet the world still turns in the same direction, and there is no such thing as a resurrection. This is a continuous nightmare, a lifetime scare.

I need to get out
I need to run away
I need to survive

Everybody's struggle is different, some more complicated than others. Some peoples' lives are simply overspent, causing them to steal from their mothers. Lurking in the shadows is a man who stabbed an other for some spare change, he does what he can to survive even if it's strange. One man's struggle can effect anybody, it's just the way life is out on the streets. Safe on the streets there is nobody, it is only overwhelmed with cheats.

I need to get out
I need to run away
I need to survive

In these streets a little boy is deceived by the man he looks up to, his whole world begins to crash down on him. He quickly learns about reality and doesn't know what to do, now his world is gray and dim. This man puts him on the grind, the things he has seen makes him wish he was blind. Now his life is in such a bind, and this is all that's on his mind...

I need to get out
I need to run away
I need to survive