They feed me thiamine,  to stop the rot .
Alcoholism dementia , memories all but lost .
Desperate measures,  in Desperate times
Starving misrepresented peasants , in modern binds
Fake or fortune,  love not hate
Childhood trauma  to navigate  

Open sores bleed  it out, paint a pictue if in doubt , crazy times with fent cut lines , death all over , waisted lives
Channel hoping in rubber boats , bloated children wash up on shores , bombs a popping everywhere,  seems everyone is unaware,  humanity spent , its come undone,  what a crock of **** we've  become