I don't think the topic was all that good.....

Sense of victory, touching the earth not envisioning shapes
Take circles of hate...history remembering triangular trades
Memories put us in the same box that they died in as slaves
The stage dissapears, visions fade as we open our eyes
See lies and deciet are the foundations on what we survive
Alive in a nightmare, awake in dreams of distant lands
Where man could prosper and supposed morals could stand
Fanned out in incomplete pieces trying to find the right treaties
But they're left lost and undiscovered like complete peace is
The beast in rising, too few men are labeled as tyrants
Seems only those effecting America are those worth fighting
Sliding towards an abyss, encountering more and more twists
Try to hold on to something but my hands are balled into fists
My aimed heights are taller than this, the sky's not my limit
I reach out to touch the galaxy and every last particle in it
Barter with minutes, swap your time for pleasure and joy?
Most things can kill a man, you only live once but it isn't a toy
Search deeper, free your mind from the cage its trapped in
Your soul is wrapped in a body that wastes your life reacting
To trauma around it, let your inner-self be the one surrounded
With thoughts of what's left many great thinkers dumbfounded
You are you, they are them, this life is mine and not yours
I live it and prosper for the victory that I walked towards...