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 i m just another slave bound to a fucking stick i m pushing my hands 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 i fucking shudder if you work to the bone for fifty 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 i m just another slave bound to a fucking stick the doors aren t open they re rusted shut the way is closed the path is gone 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 my periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule workhorse of the wicked of the trite and cruel i m relenting to the drone the endless drone