Same old shit day in day out makes you want to scream makes you want to shout fucked up situation leaves you full of self doubt You give it up sell your soul let the corporate mainframe take control what are your dreams do they matter all there is is that damn ladder no inspiration what’s the point you’d be better off smoking a joint Boring and mundane it drives you insane doesn’t build up your brain and is nothing but a pain You’re a corporate whore that’s all you are no high ambitions no wishing on a star You might as well quit your dreams ain’t worth shit no fire has been lit you’d rather just forget
Reason for writing:
Basically, it's an expression of disgust towards people who have no vision and kiss corporate ass.
Birth sign: Leo
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