Dried Petals - Shells

Our minds are slowed
By stimulation
Lobotomized souls
No will to be alive
Bearing worthless lives to the world
No shame felt at the pathetic sight
Dancing like the puppets we are
We smell of death
Wearing our decay on our sleeves
Vile creatures
Lobotomized
To the world
Lobotomized
In our shells
In cold, bitter darkness
There's nothing inside
Nothing to hold onto
Nothing to feel
But despair and loathing
Despair and loathing
Please
Please let us die
Let this all be wiped away
We are all alone
We are not one
We're not of everything
We're nothing
Lobotomized
To the world
Lobotomized
In our shells
We are alone
We are not ourselves
We are dead
In our shells