The Grand Machinery

I've got a huge burden on my back I watch it swell and sag me down I stay awake and watch the ECG curve remain flat No more belief in destiny, all because I resent that Treachery, don't say the words Affectionately, I stroke the naked curves How do I

No choice, we're forced into it Education will not get you there So easy, exploit us to Fit the convention We work for, their causes Unknown to all of us Stand in line, kiss their fifty feet Broken spine The aroma filled with grief Taste so neat Free

98 percent of life is pure discomfort Laways on the lockout for Mind altering spec-tables I try to move I try to hide But my hands are tied up No way I'll improve Got to keep up my delirium Got to keep m nihilistic Way of life true Force my hands Thr