Shit Reminders

Get a well paid job
 Get yourself a mean dog
 Build a safe sweet home
 For a future family
 Buy yourself a wife
 Say "cheese" to the camera
 Make the 2-5 kids
 You were told to make
 And mine the ground around
 Your brand new property
 Sitting, but sinking on a shit throne
 One more slave has chosen his fate
 Ready to shoot your friends in the back
 But ready to turn on your heels and run, too.
 Using people as tools
 To shape as a snake this new world of yours
 The way your sick mind approved
 The way you've been forced to... or not
 I wish I could be careless
 But I can't, you're the shit reminders
 That fill up the space
 Make me think you chose the path of glory
 By fighting for something
 Waiting for you to spit
 Waiting for you to die