Scar Of The Sun - Disposable

Go!
Released from your mortal touch of taint!
A flick of a switch,
dismissal complete!”

Breathless corpse!
A tag on my toe to certify my status,
the words were engraved on:
'subject of the past”!

Time
Has failed to heal the pain
and nothing keeps me sane,
this war's I was the only hostage!
Still
your ghost is in my brain, your needle's in my vain,
my sanity's a distant project!

Gone!
And stranded among these faceless clones,
It's not gonna work!
The fire got no pulse!

This cruel guise
is squashing my face beyond control
and flays all my skin with no mercy,
grinds my essence down!

And I felt disposable!
I felt defiled…