Left for dead

What a day

For wasting

Set your sights

Real low

Get stuck

And fuck

Around

Fuck it all

To hell

Shout and yell

Inside a box

Inside a cube

All day and all night

Watching the tube

Let all life

Be sucked out of me

Get sucked out of you

This is no way to live

This isn’t the way to be

Don’t you see

Yourself

Look in the mirror

That Pale and paste

Sans color face

Is me

Is you

Put down your phones

Go outside

Get some sun

Breathe in fresh air

And have some fun

Before we’re done

Say :

Farewell to the machine


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