Beaten and fractured.Such shallow dreams we limp through.Let them cut off our hands.Let them bind up our feet.Pursuing half-assed accomplishments.Crutch.The strung up ideals only caught by the teeth.Being compliant gives no room to breathe.Holding hands with plagues.We dig our graves.Won’t catch your death.Vacant agendas grip our generation.Mindless part of this smothering existence.Trampled by progress.