I’m eating my own words and begging with lies Circumventing reason for another month of trudging onward Hard truth. Impoverished youth Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers Can’t buy myself out. can’t ever escape I'm just another slave bound to a fucking stick I’m pushing my hands deeper into the mud When they say it’s hard all over, it’s the fucking truth I’m weeping into the gutter I see the ladder and fucking shudder If you work to the bone for fifty more years the pension puts a stall to all your deepest fears Hard truth. impoverished youth. Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers Can’t buy myself out. can’t ever escape I’m just another slave bound to a fucking stick The doors aren’t open. they’re rusted shut The way is closed. the path is gone. I’m relenting to the corporate drone Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone Splinters upon splinters Wedging in deep I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth My periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel I’m relenting to the drone The endless droneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
