Distraught in deprived thought within a golden rave I make
In a point of being pointless brainwash it all away distressed
And I detest vain in a shade of gray telegraphing
All of my punches couldn't fight my way out of a cardboard box
And in my own small way I make an indifferent, difference I realize,
I fantasize, I apologize crawling under a rock I hold up
A white flag I could of been,
I should of been I'm just a has been I hold a white flag responsibility,
Rationale, religion I hold my head down in disgust distressed
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