Unjust - Within Y

We are just a standing illusion

Merged into a primal being

A sickening fusion

All of us in the shadow of dust

In us there’s nothing but rust

Withered pieces of minds so forlorn

We are falling down

And we’re all back in this mess

An impulse to create

Fear to be something

We are the mesh

And we put you all back in this mess

We are the mesh

That succumbs to greed

Undo the state of mind

An attempt of seeing

So blinded, so restrained

Just beg for hope

Not to converge

We are the unjust being

Not to converge

We are the unjust being