Succumb

Nothing is never clear with thoughts
The will,the passion,the faith is fought
Cosmetic preferential beings of industrial fate
Walls of pain,doubt,fear,loneliness,never i prevail
Dear i have never known we will be unveiled
Constant feelings of bearing within i consume
Succumbed i comprehend my life of waste and dwellings
Unsuspecting skeptics breaking us, beats us down
Believing nothing, i have nothing to show, they will frown
Passion of unwavering belief,in itself i will fade away and drown