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We dig the graves
Of this canonized sludge
Our hands, covered in, times unforgiving muck
Stasis of wages
And sold an idea, a fever dream
While you are left sinking, scratching, and gasping for air
Romanticize that void you feel in your chest
Aspire to be, exalt the boot pressing down on your neck
Carriers of harshness
Monetize despair and fury
Working class stockholm syndrome
The fever dream is fucking dead
Sold to fail kids, conmen, and private interests