So eager focused to jump into the machine, new gears and circuits freshly weaned
Wishing to meld into the corporate scene, say goodbye child now pick your team.
Yet I’ve lost my place in society, for my mind they seem not want me
Hair, blonde, brown, red, black. Left long or cut above the neck.
Striped, bleached Bunched and braided, some like the girls I’ve often dated.
Yet I’ve lost my place in society, for my mind they seem not to want me.
Everyone is a slave to the impressions they make, so they mold themselves for fucks sake.
Some chase things not wanting them to be caught,
others build lives not on what they made but what they’ve bought
Yet I’ve lost my place in society, for my mind they seem not to want me.
When one thing is everything then, everything crumbles leaving only sin.
The question of more or less, an answer to the puzzle of bliss.
Yet I’ve lost my place in society, for my mind they seem not to want me.
Gods not the only one listening for vultures are at call to despair.
But those vultures are Satan’s poultry, so in faith there is fair.
But what is faith if its justifying, an excuse for the frightening?
Not many can afford the questioning when the noose of time keeps tightening.
Yet I’ve lost my place in society, for my mind they seem not to want me.
