The Detached Testo

We don't live to please one another
Just to say what we need to scream
Not a care to what you are thinking
Hate-filled rooms of wasteful breeding.
Few faithful hearts,
Fewer with heartless faith.
Higher the stage, longer the fall
Full of energy, confused on cage.

We break our toys, in a fit of rage.
We're out the door, come see us again