I struggle to survive in this fucking existence. When every new morning brings a sober assessment of where I am, where I’ve been, and what I need to be. Forget the past, stand and face whats in front of me but for better or worse, I carry on. and on, and on, and on, I carry on.
All we know is steel and stone We’re worked to the death, we’re worked to the bone Spreading ourselves thin, striping ourselves bare We turn the screws too beaten to care Bottle up with spite, lying dead in the fight Exposing our skin to parasites
The brain rot of the digital age leave our bodies stuck inside a primitive rage.