Failure

© Control Wayne Grech 20/11/1997

I am a product of your society
The things you hate are the things you made me
What you want I already am
I live the life you never can

Look at me
Comprehend
Face the fact
You create me

I am the corpse you know you shouldn't touch
The addiction you deny to love
I breathe the air that chokes your lungs
I stand before you overcome

I am a mirror on your sordid past
That nagging stench of underclass
The voice of truth you can't control
I'm sympathy without a soul

My life is a constant reminder of your failure