Withered Bones
Meaningless Influence
Searching for substance
Dehumanized and void of purpose
Pointing fingers
What a pointless existence
Most days I feel that I lack the capacity
To truly make a difference
I used to believe in changing the world
Now I’m losing interest
A sinking feeling, stuck beneath the surface
My heart is becoming jaded; my words are worthless
The bitter taste
A toxic opinion
Why is it that nobody listens?
No self-respect
No motivation
We live for instant gratification
We aren’t ignorant, only conditioned, blind to our complacency. Don’t be afraid to walk in your own direction
Away from everything you were taught
You may never find what you seek
But that’s no excuse to give up
Plant my seed
Promise I can grow into a tree
But when I bear no fruit
I’ll watch you turn your back on me
Voiceless, to a world that isn’t listening
Pointlessness, drown my concern in your apathy
I know I’m not the only one that feels this way
But If pride is power, then ignorance is a ball and chain
Meaningless influence, I have no reason to exist
History stuck on repeat, scratching at the surface