You're a part of the expensive hum, Lines you've said a hundred times, You're not callous, you're just numb. Scratch away, I just stare, You have a job to do why should you care. Remits, Compromise, Boxes to tick, Straight, Narrow, Guidelines, rules, Cut to fit. There's a mind just disengaged And you're a part of the constant grinding machine today. No Sympathy Nothing to live for, Life's a lie, Dead heart, Lifeless eyes. I think, "What am I?" A small glitch, a passing moment, You're a dick, And I know that you have safely achieved Nothing, Nothing is saved, No goal complete, Nothing on a chart, Nothing on a list, No higher ground, No granted wish. No. No Sympathy. I've got one thing to say, Don't forget that.