My humanity has evaporated.
My brain is exasperated.
My job automated.
My heart is armor-plated.
My dreams never really had a shot at coming true.
All I know is that rent is due.
I just see the world in a muted hue.
Bogged by the miasma of this human zoo.
I should work on myself to be a better man.
All I did was cause problems then I ran.
Cooking up the last of my food in this rusted old frying pan.
Killing myself is probably the only plan.
My brain is exasperated.
My job automated.
My heart is armor-plated.
My dreams never really had a shot at coming true.
All I know is that rent is due.
I just see the world in a muted hue.
Bogged by the miasma of this human zoo.
I should work on myself to be a better man.
All I did was cause problems then I ran.
Cooking up the last of my food in this rusted old frying pan.
Killing myself is probably the only plan.
thank you my ricecel brother
