Out of Touch - Death

Trapped in a lost world of brutality

So weak are the ones that must rely on shock

To push this so called force that inspires their call

To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch

To cover up for those that are completely out of touch

Say what you want, I know the truth when it comes to your kind

In time we'll see who lasts

In time you will disappear

Who are you to question my sincerity

For now you are high on yourself

Drowning in your dreams of misguided hope