Grease and grime, from the bottom of my barrel, has risen
Making scum quiver on the surface of my sanity
Where all was once serene and placid
I now have you
Greed, has taken a stroll through hell
Not oblivious but arrogant and selfish
Sinister steps pace hard and firm
Sedating rituals and daily expectations
No consciousness plays on fat guilt
Emptied vessels of soul and sound
Suffer no hallucinations of fair play
Dormant talent brewing and basking in golden filth
Ransacked, stripped and void of emotion
Plundered into empty handed clapping
Discharged of what’s expected from me
Dismissed, released and left alone
To try and feel shame, and yet
I don’t