Bleak

So bleak this world looks to me. Despondent, this path appears to be. In my mind it's always the same, for destiny, I cannot change. I'm drowning in indifference. Apathy's the only air I'm breathing. This culture's a cancer, eating from the inside out. I've said my goodbyes to hope, reason, understanding. Read between the lines. In this nation they feed off what I can't be. A broken man. A shell devoid of overcoming. But I can't pretend to see what you see. The master plan isn't designed for you. The greater good isn't good for me or for you. I have succumbed to this. This culture's a cancer. Awake.