Throwaway

I've slipped the noose The shackles, the shackles are off My maturity fixation outshines It's go for broke and fuck it all With head held higher I am the man that used to care I am the man that used to care I am the man that used to care I am the man that used to care Who was I then? So quizzical with foresight Now I've favored to savor the flavor of nine-to-five intuition Out with the old, in with the new regime I sold my soul to the robotized dream I'm just an empty shell with integrity scooped out A painted smile, a glass-eyed high on two that can't cry Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of love I stepped back from the edge when others slipped off And all because society told me to Told me to