This Day Forward. The Effects Of Departure From Ideal Proportions. Zeneszám

no compassion as i pass my eyes over this wasteland in disbelief disappointment slaps me in the face i lose my ability to speak
this thoughtless acceptance this absolute horror and now i watch i watch it pull you in eyes once filled with passion existing
for the moment never taking in acknowledgement of self respect morals decay i turn and walk the other way in rage but never
forgetting how easily you turned into what i hate