State, Position One

There’s a point where outrage will not come.
Its not acceptance its more like, I’m done.
Can’t let it bother me no more.
If I did it would be, open sore.

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m numb.
What a state to call one!

Fractitous was once a cause.
Now its obey and adhere to laws.
Not state made but society imposed.
Feel as though ours hearts have been closed.

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m numb.
What a state to call one!

Miss the days when I felt riled up.
Ready to fight from dawn ’til dusk.
But those days have become few and far between.
Its not age its constant battering.
For when all you do is lose.
There comes a point where you then must choose.
Not quite there but seem to be getting close.
When it arrives I might simply take the dose.
For an easy and secure-ish life.
Not revolutionary or burning bright.
For time is something no soul can cheat.
And currently my body and mind have grown weak.

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m numb.
What a state to call one!

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m now numb.
What a state to call number one!