Alone, disconnected
I find myself misunderstood
And unaccepted

Wisdom counts for nothing in the streets
History will always be incomplete
My valor erased by the lines in my face
The greyed and shrunken form of a deadbeat

The young have no memory of peace
They worship at the college of deceit
With hardened hearts they rip the world apart
Such is the nature of steel and concrete

Alone, disconnected
I find myself misunderstood
And unaccepted

Discretion is no attribute they say
The wages of the fathers must be paid
With terror and momentum they shout with venom
We only live to fight another day

A few sage voices still remain
Moaning with weary refrain
Warnings of spoil and meaningless toil
This dust under the sun stays the same

Alone, disconnected
I find myself misunderstood
And unaccepted