Estranged

Cold like a stone I went heedless,
O you sensitive folk ! you are faithless,
While some always try to be in a form
I despise because attributions gathers no storm
When genuine is severely persecuted,
It's my thoughts that goes culpable.

To cry when barbed by the perversion,
is your habit of seeking conversion,
from tensile to tender, for I may not,
do things to reach a naught,
but may fit as an anarchist
before people who are hollowly altruistic

Seeking haven is man's own brutality
to his own pride and versatility,
Throwing values at others faces,
is what you can do when you hit the bottom of the vase
Blind with prejudice you always try to drown,
Seek respect but all you get is my frown.

A despicable tomorrow is all you expect
when it has turned a shadow for you
I shed all my withered clad to be true
to Cold like a stone I went heedless,
O you sensitive folk ! you are faithless,
While some always try to be in a form
I despise because attributions gathers no storm
When genuine is severely persecuted,
It's my thoughts that goes culpable.

To cry when barbed by the perversion,
is your habit of seeking conversion,
from tensile to tender, for I may not,
do things to reach a naught,
but may fit as an anarchist
before people who are hollowly altruistic

Seeking haven is man's own brutality
to his own pride and versatility,
Throwing values at others faces,
is what you can do when you hit the bottom of the vase
Blind with prejudice you always try to drown,
Seek respect but all you get is my frown.

A despicable tomorrow is all you expect
when it has turned a shadow for you
I shed all my withered clad to be true
to smell an air of scorn around me
Materialism is your way to objectify
but that is your stale version of hypocrisy to testify.

It's your idea of life that's stained,
for you martyr yourselves to be gained
with a made up sense of acceptance out of submission
I seek no permission
to live my ideas is my redemption
from around dead souls reeking with consumption
pervaded due to narrow conscience.
smell an air of scorn around me
Materialism is your way to objectify
but that is your stale version of hypocrisy to testify.

It's your idea of life that's stained,
for you martyr yourselves to be gained
with a made up sense of acceptance out of submission
I seek no permission
to live my ideas is my redemption
from around dead souls reeking with consumption
pervaded due to narrow conscience.