[Verse 1]

I’m not shit to the world, it doesn’t know me by name

But I know this grotesque game by the stench of its hate

I’m sat in the corner, sharpening observations with an average occupation slowly driving me insane

All I see day to day is people struggle for pay

Tryna wash away in the pain with vanity and fame and vacuous entertainment, ignoring the enslavement, running in circles, convinced that they’re going places

An inertia of boredom, just trying to kill time

Neither dead or alive, screams from their cold eyes

At times my thoughts grind to a halt so suddenly when I try to grasp the difference between myself and others

It’s funny, I used to see myself as a unique creation but enlightened new info turns out I’m mistaken

I’m nothing but a product of a set of circumstances in an emerging reality where we all take chances, an accident of our subsequent rolls of the dice

Might seem impersonal but it’s how we end up with a life rather than somebody else’s

That’s not to say it’s predestined

Freewheels in the case work but it’s not the strongest evidence

Some beats I’m in my element, my life’s a bit different

Wandered off the beaten track ‘cause it seemed too frivolous

Now I’m caught in a predicament ‘cause working just seems cyclical

I’m tired out, my shoulders ache, my attitude is cynical

As I sit and write these words, I’ve got a better taste

‘cause I see no likelihood of me ever getting paid to rock a stage, rock a set, rock a mic, whatever

I put passion in what I do but it seems it doesn’t matter

[Verse 2]

Artist, the word’s synonymous with pretension

Viewed as idle and naive and desperate for attention

Lacking the work ethic and dangerous to your children

Often crude and vulgar and can’t make a living

For a minute let’s pretend these criticisms are valid and not oversimplifications for the establishment’s narrative

Just give me a moment to break through your apathy and enunciate a retort with crystal clarity

First of all, idleness is just suspension of the world

Necessary to access inspirational realm

And it’s pretty fucking rich to call one person lazy when everybody sleeps at least a few hours a day

Second, if someone’s naive and desperate for attention

The first thing to call into question’s the context

If they’re ranting and raving about a pointless concept

Don’t brand us all the same but in this case you’re correct

But if we’re merely stating the system is fucked up and suggesting ways to change it to a better one

I’d say the artist is not only deserving of your moment but to listen to every word, what we’re saying is important

As for the work ethic, is that even a question?

I’ve got no incentive and yet, look what I’m penning

And if I seem crude and vulgar, it’s because I’m pissed off

And your kids will be the same when they figure the plot

You might be worried the culture your kids covet is toxic

But I bet in the same breath, you justify worse shit

And I don’t need the living, I’m already alive

And I’ll keep writing and do what I’ve got to do to survive, fuh-