Songtext von The Discarded

As waste are the unworthy, the dregs of life The defect, the defiant, the unwilling A crumbling life equation Consistently endorsed by fingers crossed Frustration and contempt, a bitter pastime Deemed unbecoming by pitiful design Our search of peace is but a burden Monetized, stigmatized, conformed Succumb to the frustration Of a material pursuit that was never ours We are misplaced in life Far from the favoured circles Left to wander, no signs of relief Meanwhile the shadows grew vast We sing the song of the discarded We sing the song of the discarded ones Lacrimose sleep yields no resolutions Dulled ambitions of the sufferer Constructing thoughts in vain The escapist’s maze of mind Cannot defeat the shackles of reality