we still think it is fate

In this world

We know of people

One who believes in flying saucers

One who doesn't care of science fiction

Even knowing beasts in ourselves

Many still trying to ignore the beasts

Within our minds waiting to roar it out

When we lose control of our minds

It is the shadow of the claws

Working its way into our minds

Fraying it in slowly igniting the call

Of why men and women turn into tragic souls

Yet in our society

People still ignore it

Even the clutches emerging

We still think it is fate

The wisdom in our hands

We must realize marching ahead

We mustn't lose our minds

The pitfalls of gold are plenty