I'll curse the day, but I will not accept defeat
I will not accept sickening psychology, because the pain I have is the pain that I created
I'm a product of a society separated by thoughtful stares of a thoughtless crowd
This world is poisoned by injustices that they've avowed
I'll curse the day I relied on anyone but myself
Though I become preoccupied with this pollution of lies, I've been finding ways to keep my head on straight, I don't reminisce about the better days
To see, to touch, to feel this pain
My life is a cold war for progression, a battle of wits and minds instead of weapons