It's good for the economy
to live in constant fear
Fear makes one consume
and live in doom and gloom
I find myself restless
Feeling all alone
while every chair I sit on
could well be my throne
Someone somehow
is robbing me of something
The whatever I need
to live off nothing
They wave a sweet carrot
I run like a horse
without understanding
I left my own course
Then I fall on my face
and having lost the race
the jockey hits me
The crowd jeers me
I know how to run
I know how to perform
but I don't know how to rise
after a fall
I expect no mercy
pity or remorse
I expect fatal blows
to strike me with force
Like a useless animal
to be put down
To be discarded
when it's no longer useful
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
It's good for the economy
to live in constant fear
Fear makes one consume
and live in doom and gloom
I find myself restless
Feeling all alone
while every chair I sit on
could well be my throne
Someone somehow
is robbing me of something
The whatever I need
to live off nothing
They wave a sweet carrot
I run like a horse
without understanding
I left my own course
Then I fall on my face
and having lost the race
the jockey hits me
The crowd jeers me
I know how to run
I know how to perform
but I don't know how to rise
after a fall
I expect no mercy
pity or remorse
I expect fatal blows
to strike me with force
Like a useless animal
to be put down
To be discarded
when it's no longer useful
