Out of Touch
Trapped in a lost world of brutalitySo weak are the ones that must rely on shockTo push this so called force that inspires their call
To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutchTo cover up for those that are completely out of touch
Say what you want, I know the truth when it comes to your kind
In time we'll see who lastsIn time you will disappear
Who are you to question my sincerityFor now you are high on yourselfDrowning in your dreams of misguided hope
To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutchTo cover up for those that are completely out of touch