The pills you see make me sleep
I like to sleep so I don’t have to feel
I can put away all that shit and dream
about shit, I don’t want to dream about either.
Why does it seem like everything is against me?
Like it doesn’t matter I’m here for nothing,
but slavery, yes, I said! Slavery.
I am nothing more than that.
I do everything and I’m tired!
No one seems to give me anything in return.
Material things mean nothing, plus I have none.
