I am the washed up
Sold out
No good
Used up
Man of luck that's down of fate
Who prays to Gods, unanswered!
The kicked around
When no one's there
Like dust upon the road

I am as well the fed up
Locked out
Thrown down
Caged in
Beast of War that strikes true at your very soul
And until I die
This madness holds
My hand all of the way