Out of Touch

The Wretchedness
Torn from accomplishments
The punishment
From wanting retirement
Of today's repression

Society scales our skin
Match the common standard
Humanities idealistic choices
Fail to affront

Blind eyes create a social bypass
Laying the law of certain exemptions

Defending bottom of the barrel scum
I don't care if that's your friend

Follow the trends, accept defeat
Nothing to us. Dead to me



Credits
Writer(s): Gadget
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