Quest- Ions
worship false idols
crave self improvement
run for miles on a stationary wheel
no movement
cant make an impact in this world?
rendered useless
slaves to our egos while
others points of view switch
healthy is living spared for the elite
lower class being washed out
that's why junk food is cheap
kill me with a smile on your face
I'm expected to work for your benefits?
inject those steroids so you feel powerful
please your weaker than the rest of em
form a line do as we say don't question it.
the juice box read concentrate but i just
can't seem to beaches full of toxic waste
and most of what we eat too.
no point to this life living on the edge of a knife
but i guess its better than to die
obsessed with death rotting flesh
and wondering the reasons why?
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