slave of your weakness

It's an embarassing world
with all the lies and the dirt
How can you live through all this?
without ideals you're spineless
prideful you pass your hopless life
but in truth you are such a rootless wight
you've got no self-respect
you're no more than a puppet on strings
you've got no fucking pride
So what else you've got? - nothing
You're a slave of your weekness
So happy I've got a mind
So happy that no one can take this away
So happy that I've got the straight edge
So happy I live