Obsolete.

it's not about what's come to be,
or all the things you haven't seen.
it's not about what hurts the most,
the nights that end in instant lust..
the simple things are all you need,
just be the best that you can be.
forget about your troubles here,
open your eyes, make vision clear..
do what's right for no one else,
make your days entirely count..
listen close and claim your land,
step by step, hand in hand.
yes overall, we're incomplete.
but overall, we're obsolete.
overall, we're nothing less..
than useless matter, a beating chest.