Successpits

Paper man
 Slave to his wage
 Undervalued
 Grossly underpaid
 Grading the grey by shade
 By parabolic digits he paints
 By society's rules he's aligned
 Hopeless, yet a man in his prime
 Mission objective assigned
 To squander the verve of his life
 Cosmic soul diminished in size
 Search for peace jeopardised
 Fingertips cauterised
 Reaching for God knows why
 Every sigh
 And every cry
 Is waving your autonomy goodbye
 Just another
 Lobotomised
 Wake up tired
 'Cause I fell asleep late
 This bad habit
 It's deeply ingrained
 I know I'm pushing
 My body to break
 But it's all I've got
 At night, I binge on the TV
 Or practise substance therapy
 I mostly mix them both up to a T
 No wonder my dreams are so dark
 Galactic soul diminished in size
 Search for peace jeopardised
 Fingertips cauterised
 Reaching for God knows why
 Every sigh
 And every cry
 Is waving your autonomy goodbye
 Just another
 Lobotomised
 Successpits of your life
 Successpits of your strife
 Successpits