Days of rath
These humans, where are they going?
There’s hatred born of lies disguised as truth.
They feel a little sick, while running here and there like ants
Self destructive addictions being normalized, incorporated and,
and like nuclear radiation’s really good for you.
They cling to the six o’clock news like ousters,
business as usual and they remain appropriate.
Rewarded with sparkly numbers and a new car, lets go with that
I’ll be so f**king happy when I get that new car.
Bound into slavery with a tiny footprint.
machine churns on,
Poor feller these humans.