The Point Of No Return

Conditioned inside and out

To the point of no return

To what we may have been

Without all this shit we were born into

Poverty, depression, power and despair



Conditioned inside and out

To the point of no return

By a world not crafted by hands of our own

Yet still we march in step

To the cadence of its irregular beat



The damage has been done

Irreparable and all encompassing

Nature is as archaic word

That could never explain this mess



Worlds become obsolete like ideas

And they won't have to burn the books

When no one reads them anyway