• I write and write, but nothing changes/
    I scream and scream, but my voice is silent/
    I feel my life is written in stone/
    Carved and written by my blood and bones/
    You laugh and laugh, I think silent suicide/
    You become ashes and smoke, your my cyanide/
    You feel your life is written in stone/
    We try and try, and we continue to try and strive/
    We learn and learn, but as arrogant as a primitive tribe/
    Our future, destiny, and life is written in stone/