Expelled - Therapy?

Some live their lives in concrete

Some live their lives in comfort

Some land, others fall

Some poor souls, they are just…

Spat out

Expelled

Let go

Spat out

I wasn’t born pretty

I wasn’t born rich

Everything I’ve got

I’ve had to fight for it

Spat out

Expelled

Let go

Spat out into this wretched world

This wretched world

This wretched world

Demonized as an underclass

Seen as an inconvenience

Pitiful, twisted lumps of flesh

Swept aside by progress

And patronized when restless

And hope?

Hope is a fairy tale

We tell ourselves

Spat out

Expelled

Let go

Spat out into this wretched world

This wretched world

This wretched world