Pathetic

Born into this nothingness

With the sole goal - to succeed

Life hangs by a single thread

As we are trying not to feel

But to gather all we can

Out of proportion to our need

To hide within our deepest nests

And to never ever give

Dead faces

Breathing through it's meaningless

Aggravated existence

From dusk to dawn you swin in shit

Your only skill's persistence

So you gather all you can

Out of proportion to our need

To hide within our deepest nests

And to never ever give

We're robbing

We're rotting

We're hurting

We're feeling

At last we feel