All of my friends
Betrayed to rusted machines
Filled with corks
Screws
Lugnuts and bolts
Tragedy struck like lightning
Noose is ever-tightening
Piece of machine
Lies within my frame
Not willing
Since it was not in my billing
Above the pay grade
That an F could afford
Lost to machines
We created and now cause us to decay
I knew that I would die
But not as a ***
With no march, absence of a marching drum
Beat my flesh and bone
Weather me like a storm
Rain poured on my face
Pushed aside
Thrown to the curb
Hurts to be the one?
Shift your feet at once now
Carry on!