Throwaway — Napalm Death

I've slipped the noose, the shackles are off. My maturity fixation outshines.

It's go for broke and fuck it all, with head held higher (than thou).

I am the man that used to care. Who was I then ?

So quizzical with foresight. Now I've favoured to savour the flavour of nine - to - five intuition.

Out with the old, in with the new regime. I sold my soul to the robotised dream.

Breaking bones of contention.

I'm just an empty shell with integrity scooped out. A painted smile, a glass-eyed high on two that can't cry.

Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of (real) love. I stepped back from the edge when others slipped off.

And all because society told me to.