The artistic industry devours us alive,
as it feeds off our drive to strive.
And as we mix our blood sweat and tears,
it merely grows bigger,
and plays off our fears.
But we do not quit the feeding,
as we cut ourselves wide open,
with our securities so misleading,
as we find ourselves surviving like pigs.
Eating up whatever we can get,
until we find ourselves trapped again,
fallen into someones debt,
while living in this pen.