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Swallow, swallow, like there’s no tomorrow.
Get your mass injection set.
Because no one ever shoved you back.
No need for a counterattack.

So cross your t’s, dot your i’s.
Always on the beat, dehumanized.
It’s like your eyes, always bleak.

It's not just you.
We've all got blackened hearts.
We've all got saddened parts.

And they don't know this play,
they don't feel the bass.
No happy endings, no soothing chords,
more like a fist on the piano.

A derailing train of thoughts hit my head today. One question raised:
When going forward means leaving all our dreams behind, how long will it take to start changing course?
We'd rather sleep than try to think. We'd rather die than try to use our fucking heads.
With tired eyes too exhausted to even blink we digest the 'natural' progress. We're working harder but we're getting less.