A Product of Society

What kind of society do we have
 where doing the wrong is right?
 living by rules pressured in
 throughout time
 the lies are always being fed
 while the world is going to hell
 do all you can to please one,
 please yourself
 A product of society,
 feelings are not inbred
 I'm made to feel no sympathy
 I may as well be dead
 I know my life means more than this
 but selfishness has been my creed
 is there a way to feel again
 to remove this rotted seed.
 I was born this way, can I change,
 or will I remain a product of society
 Lust and power, insidious greed
 a make up of what I am
 I owe society for who I am
 A selfish child in the form of a man
 Feelingless, I could care less
 about what happens to you
 Repent, recant, change my ways?
 Contradiction from what I knew
 Society's sick, the one we're in
 where doing the wrong is right
 pollution of the mind, it's now time
 rise up against the filth that's
 being fed to you and me
 do all you can to please one, please yourself