Sick of being force-fed incessant encouragements
Everywhere I turn
Peddling the promise of potential
Blinding; obstructing the firmament
Occupying every fucking inch available
Before you can shape your life
Into one worth living
First you must commit to one
That keeps their pockets lined
Never you worry, it'll trickle down
Trickle down like droplets
From a tap that's pipes are fit to burst
This vitriol stems not
From the basic drive to elevate
But thе altruistic guise you adorn
Bringing the shovel to our lips
Earn, toil, gain – 'til your wallеt is fuller than your stomach
To sustain a life spent just having to
Earn, toil, gain – potential, power, promise, pay
You've always far less than you think
"We make sure of it, have-not"
I long to venture out
And my eyes not singe
From the searing glow
Of endless neon monoliths
They burrow through your deepest woes
To keep you in the harvest's throes
What twisted game is this
When you're serf to that which serves you?
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
