Engulfed in the entrapment of society,
Hatred, utter mutiny is around each corner,
Or however, maybe even a marauder.
Making the best of what’s given,
Our whole lives, everything we do is of course,
Mistaken.

Engulfed in the entrapment of society,
Standing still, waiting for each misfortune.
However, feeling trapped, engulfed by the pain,
Of others who have no sense of pain, no sense of empathy.
Our whole lives, everything we do is of course,
Misfortune.

Engulfed in the entrapment of society,
Breaking free of the grasp, long, tired days,
However, free.
The cameras are lying.
Each breath being taken, everything taken the wrong way.
There’s always…
Misfortunate you.

Engulfed in the utter entrapment of your words,
There’s misfortunate me,
Standing still, waiting for the mutiny, the terrifying marauder.
Making the best of what’s given to me.
Thinking there’s a chance,
However, free.
There be…
Misfortunate me.