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Another long day / just dropping our time /

heads bowed – cottonwool turning us blind

Another long day / dumb party to your crimes

- the burden presses even if we crawl

Another long day / accepting a hideous price

- skilled hands stifling our cries…

Years gone to satisfy whims of others we’re tired, exhausted,

channelled through anxiety’s dead-ends.

Your increasing for further gains………………………………………………………………..

as repetitiveness tramples on our talent  anteroom to the darkest existential nonsense.

DUMB PARTY TO YOUR CRIMES

JUST DROPPING OUR TIME

COTTONWOOL TURNING US BLIND

“you think you’ll do it soon soon, maybe even tomorrow… perhaps you’ll have the nerve

it’s all in your hands – strength will return but maybe it’s better to hold on.

twenty, twenty-five years / twenty, twenty-seven years / twenty, twenty-nine years

strength will return but maybe it’s better to hold on” (Luca Abort, RIP)

dreams are over, collapsing into a sordid chasm

where vital souls are ageing terribly.

PROSTRATED BY SCHEMES

FANCY'S MELTED AWAY

DRAINING AN IMMENSE CRY

LIFE FATED TO DRAIN - efforts driving nowhere /

GREY OCEANS' VOID - the shade of our boredom

LIFE FATED TO DRAIN - actions turned into functions /

GREY OCEANS' VOID - detached in depression

a mask soldered on-face, tears fermenting beneath,

this mechanical regularity I’ll never fit [in/out]

screwed by a waste-dependence role.

Your urges of expansion… always fed by a circle of fools.

Goin' on to breathe a sense of instability /

"non-affordable"  the norm, "resignation"  its backbone

how can we run so beyond self-esteem

where's the value of strain in a production-labyrinth

transfiguring every trace of individuality??

Knelt down to a dimension of easily replaceable tesserae

immured to eternity in a made-to-measure cast

born in automatic misery, social crisis the excuse

YOU HAVE NO GUTS FOR DESPISING AND CHANGING

SETTLED IN CONVENTIONALITY, A PROGRAMMED FATE BASED ON MONOTONY.

REFLECTIONS OF FAILURE, “A JOB LIKE MANY OTHERS”…..

I’LL NEVER TOLERATE TO WATCH MYSELF DYING AFTER 40 YEARS ROTTING.