Distraught in deprived thought within a golden rave I make It a point of being pointless brainwash it all away distressed And I detest vain in a shade of gray telegraphing All of my punches couldn't fight my way out of a cardboard box And in my own small way I make an indifferent, difference I realize, I fantasize, I apologize crawling under a rock I hold up A white flag I could of been, I should of been I'm just a has been I hold a white flag responsibility, Rationale, religion I hold my head down in disgust distressed And I detest distraught in deprived thought