Already Dead

Rise to toil

the dreary drudge

Hands were meant to bleed

 

Saunter through

this endless mess,

long and lonely

 

A worker’s day,

a squandered life

How much do you need?

 

The pact is long

and writ in blood

 

Take the days

and add them up.

Bots were built to feed

 

Lost are all

the treasured dreams,

dried and dying

 

Turned to rot,

a withered husk

How long can you bleed?

 

The pact is long

and writ in blood

 

All that’s left, I’ve left it to you

All of which, you’ve taken from me

Nothing’s left.  I give it to you

All that was, you’ve taken from me

What’s left of me?

 

The pact is long

and writ in blood

 

Take my name

and sell my life

I’m already dead

Take my name

and sell my life

I’m already dead.

 

I’M ALREADY DEAD!