Does it inspire you more than anything?
Gets you out of bed with some fire in the belly
You run your legs hard and fast going to the next worst opportunity
Speed flighting past that amazing, aesthetic dawn which your apathy built
You’re so revolutionary to nobody
But the weak and easily impressionable
Reply with the same tired excuse
Because it’s easy to shit down your leg whenever you’re not good enough
Blame it on something people will rally behind
You’re actually a victim, congrats
That same cure which keeps you boring, unless you have a punching bag to assert your temporary dominance
You’re a pawn in the world of black and white
Sure, take your moves, but where’s your power?
Can you have even the ugliest, rattiest guy dead yet?
Can you even pay off your debts from a illustrious past?
Nothing. A bag of empty aspirations who I laugh at every day
You’re small and you know it. That’s why you’ll kill yourself once the world realizes how talentless you are
You’ll stop being a beacon of light as soon as your skin wrinkles and your thoughts can’t progress from the usual banality
Or when you can’t attract anything but bad karma
A piece of junk even to those closest to you
They’ll quietly be relieved when you’re gone so just…kill yourself now
The universe spits at you while you take compensation prizes amounting to nothing
A splinter in the foot is the most you’ll be to anybody worth their stones
Cheap souls with no risks
Consider the jealousy
Welcoming the taste of a fate without remorse
Like something stupid would
Hold on, a three letter, government agent is calling me telling me that I’m getting too populist