Distraught in deprived thought within a golden rave I make it a point of being pointless pointless brainwash it all away distressed and I detest distressed and I detest vain in a shade of gray vain in a shade of gray telegraphing all of my punches couldn't fight 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 I'm sorry crawling under a rock I hold up a white flag I hold up a white flag I could of been, I should of been I'm just a has been I hold up a white flag responsibility, rationale, religion I hold my head down in disgust distressed and I detest distraught in deprived thought