New Boy

Silent Struggles: Unveiling the Social Commentary in Subhumans' 'New Boy'
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Lyrics

In the lounge of class distinction

In a place representing social hierarchy

Rank and number neatly sprawled

Distinctive class positions and identification displayed

In the luxury of income

In the comfort of wealth and earnings

Sat the new boy feeling cold

A newcomer seated, feeling isolated


Sat there thinking "Where's the toilet?"

Contemplating the location of the restroom

Dropped his cigarettes and coughed

Accidentally dropped his cigarettes and coughed

Waiting for a chance to pick them up -

Waiting for an opportunity to retrieve them

That's when the lights went off

Lights went off at that moment


Sat there thinking it was funny

Found humor in the situation

Fears subsiding with the lighting

Fears diminished with the darkness

"Turned the lights on" someone shouted

Someone yelled to turn the lights on

Found himself alone and smiling

Realized he was alone and smiling

Shattered by his own deception

Upset by his own self-deception

He looked round for helpful clues

Searching for clues to navigate the situation

Men in suits and glaring glasses

Observing men in suits with judgmental looks

Calmly watched him look confused

They calmly watched him in confusion


Carpet silence stifled whispers

Silence on the carpet stifling conversations

When did something mean so much?

Questioning when silence became significant

Just the emptiness of silence

Only the emptiness of silence, not physical contact

Just the feelings, not the touch

Emotions without tangible connection


Nervous words of introduction

Anxious self-introduction amid silent stares

To the instant silent stares

Feeling unwelcome in the immediate quietude

Felt as if he wasn't wanted

Sensed a lack of acceptance

And finally he wasn't there

Eventually, he disappeared from the scene


Then he wished that he was back

Longing to return to a time before the silence

To somehow make the silence crack

Wishing to break the oppressive silence

Concluded, like we all have done

Concluded, a shared experience of feeling insignificant

Some people make you feel no-one

Some individuals make you feel invisible

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