In a sick fashion
With uniform results
Bred from birth to swallow shit
Spewed by corporations
Retching through the dirt
No longer an entity
What remains is a form
Inhumane treatment
A life filled with scorn
Fools rush in
Where angels dare to tread
Our future decided
By the snakes that are condemned
I rust through the land
Nothing in hand
Laying down for the masses
To prey upon
No longer an entity
What remains is a form
Inhumane treatment
A life filled with scorn
Won’t you find it in you
To give our life purpose
Other than consume
To waste away
No longer an entity
What remains is a form
Inhumane treatment
A life filled with scorn
Rusting through the land
Nothing in hand
Masses preyed upon
Manipulator of crowds
Dishonorable figures
Dying in their webs
They’ve spun for years
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