How often do you pull yourself up by the bootstraps?
He kisses you lovingly, promising another day
Endless false hope with only a bitter end
I wish I could say we're the lucky one's
But those at the bottom of the barrel at least don't have anything to lose
The void continues its demand for sacrifice
The unfortunate writhing in the pleasure of government fortune
The rest of us a slave to society
Endless hopelessness
Meaninglessness
Prayers and effort is what they tell us wins the game
All done in blindness
No relief
No pity
No reward
Never heard
The loneliness has never been so loud
As he yanks the chain pulling me farther and farther under
I knock and no one is there to answer