Беспроигрышная лотерея

Lost another day
to pointless drudgery
the slow chipping away
of my autonomy
a rodent in a race
unsung and underpaid
my colleagues seem to me
like slaves in sheep-array

then a shock goes through the herd
at the nauseating purr
of the corpos of the world
when the content is secured
cause they’re naked emperors
hear the rattling of the purse
I hunger for the hearse
cause nothing could be worse
than a life lived as a limb
in a debt anatomy
rather be dead than a link
in a chain of tyranny

need a way to set it straight
need to go out on the edge
need to rage and get revenge
need to feel myself again

suit up punch in punch out non stop
suit up punch in punch out get fucked

pressured to mount
the backs of my brothers
clamber for clout
year after year
the load multiplies
up high on the ladder
the bottom falls out
then so does the fear

I’ve had
enough
I’ve done
enough
here comes
revenge
here comes
the end

blood spatter in my face
dead suits in my way
bullets piercing me…