It's all turning to fluid,
It's all washing down.
The gutters that clutter the street
Are sloshing everything south,
The pipes unseen are having a feast.
Feeding off the emotions of a cowardly beast.

Nobody noticed, nobody tended to care
Just go to work, don't come home,
Just stay there. You're a **** up.
You need to get a bit more mature,
You need to earn so much more
Then you might have a place to exist.
Then you might have a place to live.

I bet they see this smile,
I bet they see the dark circles on my face.
Who should I be kidding, it's all fake.
Slaving life, am I even awake?