Empty Plate
by Born Low· from The Hunger Within
Bastardized identity, you're not a friend to me.
You watch your life unfold, no control.
Projected image, perfected image.
Found comfort in what you're supposed to despise.
These hollow words from the packs of vultures.
Decimating the underground culture.
With no remorse for the damage done.
I draw a line in the sand where before there wasn't one.
Unseen, I've seen it before, leave this alone.
So full of shit, just a walking tirade.
Bite your tounge, step back; verbal grenades.
Still feeding your minds from an empty plate.
This is a lonely world, do your best to relate.
Carry your own weight, on your own back.
Shed the borrowed skin or you will not last.
In this dog eat dog, cold shoulder life, dig yourself on out from the pain and the strife.
No law to live by.
In the realm of the defeated mind.
The ties we've made fade now.
Apathy in the first world gone insane.
A world going insane.
Still feeding your mind, from this empty plate.