If you're looking for letdowns

Look no further than I

And watch your ambitions

Shrivel and die

Like some kind of frail glass sculpture

I crack and I split

And I shatter and fragment

And all goes to shit

No good ever comes of me

Believe me, I've tried

But shed no tear for me

My own eyes are dry

I care not for upholding banners

Or meeting your every unfair standard

I will not be a sign of the time

I'll die alone, but I'll die with a spine

There are smiles on the faces

Of these mindless drones

Each one of them property

Somebody owns

With false songs and promises

Force-fed till you choke

While all of your dreams

Seem to go up in smoke

I'm hateful and bitter

And there's no better way

To keep myself crimson

While your whole world fades grey