The no good

I have to be swept

No place in the tribe

By four hands I'm kept

And one easy swipe

The scrubber will pass

No one will notice

Just some tears on grass

From eyes tired and squeezed

Forever alone

No trustworthy friends

The gilfriend has gone

And you're like old plants

You wither in grey

You're lying in dirt

While trying to prey

But everything's void

But I know what you've

Become my old friend

Don't try, all you knew

Will rot in the end

So freedom's not flesh

And power it has

It's your own time, crash

Don't care what comes next

Because I'm your own

Defender within

And you're not a stone,

But a sponge to put in