This is a part of a song that my band is currently writing.

Minefields of Society

The day goes better fulfilled
Without lies and corruption
I think I should go to the drugstore
Hoping I find something to relieve the pain

You must make it through the day
You've gotta carry on
You're brain throbs with pain
Swelled by the insanity that takes your mind
In the end all hope's been bent
Pressured by the
Minefields of society