Broken People

An amputation of will, imitation of sense
Everything is made for you, you just give up and don’t even think

There’s no place for the weakness – it’s just power and will
Having yourself, get nothing, be pleased
Be easily satisfied, freedom – you’ll feel
When everybody thinks that you’re fucked up

So cozy – no need, not important
What was the sense became a paper
You can tear it and throw it away
But broken people can’t resist

They’re so afraid to look away
A jerk, rejected