I don't have time to sit and languish
about how this record isn't exactly what I wanted
cause if I did that it would take 5 years
because I have to waste my time doing low paying labor

Woke up panic mode, forgot to breathe
Feel lately that i underachieve
Unrealistic standards, yeah i believe
Kill self critique, compelled by disease
Watching well made plans go to complete shit
Work as time money and energy permit
Post shift watch shit roll right downhill
Eyes glued to culture ruled by dollar bills
i got shit to make
Calculate prime engagement days
Fill up another google doc page
With lines of being born into decay, anyway
Self picked limit draws closer
Soon everything will be over
Impending zero hour grinds on my rotors
This the only real thing in life mediocre

Burn out, dead line
Gotta get this online
Cyberpunk this shit out the door
Sword face smash dead fucking horse

i cant wait to fall the fuck off
Drown in slop at bottom of trough
bebop bell peppers and beef
only thing i can afford to eat
whole carrier is sunk cost
those with more money than god
say die or increase
artist output frequency

commodity
your life as brand, must meet demand
no pay, increase productivity
bottom line
answer to I, this shit is mine
i will not be confined

Burn out, dead line
Gotta get this online
Cyberpunk this shit out the door
Sword face smash dead fucking horse
beat this fucking dead horse