I've been diluted
Hollow out and narrowed down
Propped up by the herd
An inconvenient crutch to keep me awake when I don't feel like feeling much
Sell me to the mob
My value wanes
The grabbing hands that wring all the good out of me are never slaked
Never satisfied until they hit the nerve
This cycle I can't escape continues to turn
They'll dig until their nails bleed
Scraped across the stones
Another lost cause
There is no hope for those who choose to live in chains

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