Prosthetic

Blend into the intoxicated crowds.
Breathe in the hallucinising clouds.
Breach the gap, the fine line.
Between life and existence.
I've ran out of time.

Run your fingers along the mirror's edge.
You signed up, You made the pledge.
Now a puppet to propaganda.
You'd lost the real you.
But I think I found-her.

We're of the final few.
(Scattered and Lost)
We must come together.
(Combined and strong)

We all tried to weather the storm.
But we found injustice is the norm.
We're left desolate and apathetic.
Nothing like want we want to be.

I'm a soulless prosthetic.