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