Endless Drone

I'm eating my own words and begging with lies
 Circumventing reason for another month of trudging onward
 Hard truth, impoverished youth
 Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers
 Can't buy myself out, can't ever escape
 Just another slave bound to a fucking stick
 Push it right there, deeper into the mud
 When they say it's hard all over, it's the fucking truth
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 I'm weeping into the gutter
 I see the ladder and fucking shudder
 If you work to the bone for 50 more years
 The pension puts a stall to all your deepest fears
 Hard truth, impoverished youth
 Trading empty jars for empty promises and deeper ulcers
 Can't buy myself out, can't ever escape
 Just another slave bound to a fucking stick
 The doors aren't opening, they're rusted shut
 The way is closed, the path is gone
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 But, I'm relenting, to the corporate drone
 Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone
 Splinters upon splinters
 Wedging in deep
 I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth
 But, my periphery is narrowed, like a goddamn mule
 Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel
 I'm relenting to the drone
 The endless drone