From The Death

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Lyrics:
Swallowing my shame as I deposit borrowed money into an atm, it's cash I lost from overdrafts that crash my lavish life in a backwards atrium. Its lost, and I'm too, as I'm ping ponged back and forth by a world that hates me, no it doesn't care enough about me to hate me, it's just easier to rhyme than saying, that it would rather I die so that it doesn't have to pay me.

Even coffins are expensive
Even coffee has its limits
A dead bird and a lemming
A straight shot back to giving
All my precious winnings back to the country that I live in.
Can't give up you shouldn't live it
Graves and dirt are always driven
By the people benefiting, from the death.

Having a panic attack just standing in a grocery store.
Going shopping without eating always makes you want to get what costs much more.
People staring are they really staring?
You can tell me they aren't, I just don't see the harm in leaving cause it's overbearing.

All my senses are hurting my soul
Post traumatic stress is leaving such an open hole.
God damn acting nice when life's a troll
I know that isn't right I want to be kind
I really hope you know
Satisfaction is a day dream, stuck in cogs of capitalism, struck in the jaw with pessimistic woes
Tragic that passions not the status quo
If it were then we'd be lazy, not dragging our feet for hope.