Fecal Echo Ego

Caged in orange cylinders
Mold to an upstanding workhorse
Mundane status quo
Police our lives

I want to fuck the system
And all it's ideology
Slit my throat as I climax
And cum blood
For the money shot

Shut up
Eat Sugar
Watch TV

Tax my casket
You necrophile

Lube me up with
Discount offers

Gun shaped dildo
Fucking the only people that matter to me

Swallow the pills to kill
Personality is the disorder
Easier to manage a chained and drained predator
Accepting of a hazy life on the donkey wheel
Taunting the paycheck to paycheck
Flashing extravagance

Nobody get it
Understands me
My existential crisis
Is met with cocked heads
That's just the way it is
They tell me
Like chimps who don't know
Why they beat the shit
Out of the one that tries to evolve

By now
We've failed
We use tools
To self destruct

We feel
Nothing
Unless we air
All our dirty laundry

Lest we air our dirty laundry



Credits
Writer(s): Rob Saunders
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