"I’m eating my own words and begging with liesCircumventing reason for another month of trudging onwardHard truth. Impoverished youthTrading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcersCan’t buy myself out. can’t ever escapeI'm just another slave bound to a fucking stickI’m pushing my hands deeper into the mudWhen they say it’s hard all over, it’s the fucking truthI’m weeping into the gutterI see the ladder and fucking shudderIf you work to the bone for fifty more yearsthe pension puts a stall to all your deepest fearsHard truth. impoverished youth.Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcersCan’t buy myself out. can’t ever escapeI’m just another slave bound to a fucking stickThe doors aren’t open. they’re rusted shutThe way is closed. the path is gone.I’m relenting to the corporate dronePushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstoneSplinters upon splintersWedging in deepI try to pull them out with my worn down teethMy periphery is narrowed like a god damned muleWorkhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruelI’m relenting to the droneThe endless drone"