Lyrics Out Of Touch - Death
Trapped
in
a
lost
world
of
brutality
So
weak
are
the
ones
that
must
rely
on
shock
To
push
this
so
called
force
that
inspires
their
call
To
be
extreme
so
it
seems
is
a
mental
crutch
To
cover
up
for
those
that
are
completely
out
of
touch
Say
what
you
want
I
know
the
truth
When
it
comes
to
your
kind
In
time
we'll
see
who
lasts
In
time
you
will
disappear
Who
are
you
to
question
my
sincerity
For
now
you
are
high
on
yourself
Drowning
in
your
dreams
of
misguided
hope
To
be
extreme
so
it
seems
is
a
mental
crutch
To
cover
up
for
those
that
are
completely
out
of
touch
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