Crass, negative, so called opinion.
Brain washed, forget why I'm living.
Too much stuff and not enough hope.
Survived your wrath but for what?

Leaving aside base emotions
lost my drive, my heart and devotion
stranded on the kitchen floor
only asking what the hell for?

Struggle to argue, Struggle to cope.
Adjust my perspective, wipe my eyes
hard to see past all those lies
If you see me coming please don't stare
for I may get angry and erase your mind
if you had one if so being unkind.