Witness the human condition
In every place we reside
Depression from a compassion recession
Can no longer believe my eyes
All these social-pseudo-services
Are now like, “fuck you pay me!”
But to be fair, all our hands are tied
By the chains of economic slavery
Dreams are only nurtured by lies
A heavy heart we have carried
Since Cobain’s suicide
In the sun I’ll feel as one; buried
Buried by the lies of legion
And not easily does legion die
Turn to the godless politicians
Who dance around our funeral rites
Another trick to make us believe
That we even have any rights
Just let me alone so I can write
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