Society's Disposable Son

The air is humid And the floor is cold Prisoner, crime unknown Prisoner Awaiting my sentence Society's disposable son Outcast, grown apart Institutionalized since day one, society's unwanted son Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone's crime Go ahead, pull the trigger if this is how you want it Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now I am the reflection of your mad world and system Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now Go ahead, pull the trigger on your own creation When I'll leave I'll watch you Right in the eyes Society's disposable son Outcast, grown apart The air is humid And the floor is cold Prisoner, crime unknown Sentenced Leaving with my eyes wide open

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 06, 2026