Texty: Napalm Death. Fear, Emptyness, Despair. Remain Nameless.

No place.
My number's up.
Still not good enough.

Sequested, should I bow my head?
Unlucky?
Not to be a part .

Accept the ordeal, bar-coded.
Cut the deals, downloaded.
Succession strains.

Misinformed.
Denied, your words shattered.
Purposeless.

I'll breath the free air, and remain nameless.