Distraught in deprived thought within a golden rave I make
It 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
And I detest distraught in deprived thought