Face the facts; reality isn’t what you dreamed, its not some tale of rags to riches, but broken bones and 6 ft ditches. We think, we think and we think some more, but truth be told its quite the bore. Emulation at its finest; a sickening cluster of someone else, twisting to obtain; happiness they emanate, like the effervescent bubbles from your liquid trick of phosphate laced sugar water. Driving ourselves to ruin, to obtain things…things and things, this or that.
Follow your master, a little faster, run little chick; climb on that corporate dick
Pure vile, hatred, for the understated, neglected and run down, the man on the corner with his freshly broken crown. Watching him drown, as the world would walk by; not even acknowledging, not understanding, rationalizing it must be this, it has to be that; not that it is, but it sure makes you feel better.
Sympathy, compassion and understanding are relics for the weak. At least thats what Big Meat would want you to think… Try again, the answers are there…Think a little more; think a little harder. Drive a little faster, faster and faster CRASH, that motherFUCKER, into a pole.
Push the product harder, push it so hard you break. I’m not here to help you feel better, im not here for you; you’re here for me and my bottom line.
Yet here we are, broken again; chasing a feeling that will surely end, chasing it more, and once…again we end up right back at the start my friend…
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