Endless Drone

I'm eating my own words and begging with lies
Circumventing reason for another month of trudging onward

Hard truth, impoverished youth
Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers
Can't buy myself out, can't ever escape
Just another slave bound to a fucking stick

Push it right there, deeper into the mud
When they say it's hard all over, it's the fucking truth

I'm weeping into the gutter
I see the ladder and fucking shudder
If you work to the bone for 50 more years
The pension puts a stall to all your deepest fears

Hard truth, impoverished youth
Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers
Can't buy myself out, can't ever escape
Just another slave bound to a fucking stick

The doors aren't opening, they're rusted shut
The way is closed, the path is gone

But, I'm relenting, to the corporate drone
Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone
Splinters upon splinters
Wedging in deep
I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth
But, my periphery is narrowed, like a goddamn mule
Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel

I'm relenting to the drone
The endless drone



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Collingsworth Walker
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