Distraught in deprived thought
within a golden rave 
I make It a point of being pointless 
brainwash it all away
distressed And I detest 
vain in a shade of gray 
telegraphing All of my punches 
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 
crawling under a rock I 
hold up white flag 
I could of been,
I should of been I'm just a has been I hold a white flag responsibility,
Rationale, religion I hold my head down in disgust distressed
And I detest distraught in deprived thought