Righteous Track

Shallow empty clueless head,

Nothing makes sense, everything is dead

Wherever you turn, you see a fake smile

Nothing in common, the shadows are vile

Locked in a plastic cell, no one keeps it real

Dying bones striving to gel, being true is surreal

The ethics of the human race are now long forgotten

Who will buy this filthy load; ugly, useless and rotten

Holding onto your dreams is a crime, letting the soul die is sublime

The needles always come in the way to tear you apart before your time

Doing what you’ve been told to do,

Everything is futile no matter the course you follow

Losing every sense of being alive

Just passing days and killing the nights

Wonder if there is an end to this
Mockery of human apocalypse

The rules don’t bend and neither will I
Will someday surely see the light

Holding onto your dreams is a crime, letting the soul die is sublime

The needles always come in the way to tear you apart before your time

I’ve been on white and I’ve been on black, but all that’s left is just a slack

All thanks to the misfit way of life they like to call the righteous track.