Die So Fluid

Child of convention,
Have you been let down?
Been dragging your cross all over this town.
Your crucifixion has been so drawn out,
But you accept it by drowning out the doubt.
They’ll throw you away.
Pick the meat from the car wreck,
Leave the dregs to their fate.
They’ll throw you away.
A dispensable reject,
Kings and queens of F. A.
Your young apprentice has worn through your shoes.