rejection

like a promise unfulfilled

from an emptiness distiled

as one final sign

perpetuates our solo decline

we've failed

the systems we've created drag us down



on crowed streets

we'll die alone

our dreams are only flesh and bone



one day some way

when you fall apart and waste away

you'll see no doubt

this world is gonna spit you out



drained

no sign of life

this world of lies

is gonna cut you down to size



they'll spit you out

like a spoke in their machine

some people break like glass

it just might be your final chance to feel

can you distinguich fate from what seems real

enamored by the romance of regret