Continuation of a refusal to commit.
Instead all you want is to hide as you sit.
Idle hands without a direction to move.
Determination to ignore that you should prove.
All whole moping about how you’re the corpse in a pile.
Maybe you should put in some effort and turn that dial.
Cause its been locked into barely above zero.
No shock then that you are considered furthest from hero.
A passenger in your own fucking life.
Married to nothing except seeking sympathy.
Effort is a dirty word.
When its spoken you just feel hurt.
For commitment is for all but you.
Watch others toil while you wallow.
Misery is a default state of mind.
Perform pointless exercises to fill your time.
Ignoring urgent matters as if its a job.
Robbing Peter to pay some other guy off.
No planning or reaction until you’re hit.
Confused how it came up so quick.
Blindsided by each and every event.
Then moan at money that must be spent.
Yet warnings were all thrown your way.
But conveniently they were forgotten.
Thinking is so unknown.
Rather just frequent your busted throne.
For commitment is for all but you.
Watch others toil while you hide away.
Never seen so little drive.
Hope others will work so you survive.
That’s a parasite by definition alone.
But generally they aren’t loud and moan.
Wishing to stay hidden so not to be rooted out.
Unlike you who wants attention.
Contradiction beyond comprehension.
Sucking life from all those in attendance.
A big man with a little mind.
We’re exhausted by your kind.
