AFI - The Checkered Demon

Too much to find,
so much so little time.
So many images
persist to shade my mind.

Will I ever come around
or will I just hit the ground?
Will I still be standing
when it all comes down?

Why can't I seem to sort it out?
Why am I always filled with doubt?

So many people everywhere,
so self-absorbed without a care
of their viral lives
I'd like to bleed them all, when all is drained who shall hold?
When mindless bodies screw tortured souls,
will somebody be there
to catch me when I fall?

Why can't I seem to sort it out?
Why am I always filled with doubt?
How could I always be so blind?
Why can't I figure it out?

I could always hope for change,
could always hope to rearrange.
But why not just abandon hope
and tear it all apart, now?

Too much to find,
so much so little time.
So many images
persist to shade my mind.

Will I ever come around
or will I just hit the ground?
Will I still be standing
when it all comes down?