The Deal from Shithole Country by Royal Dog

anticipation, you’re face-picking, pacing
paper-chasing a fake carrot on a string
(attenuate) and you wait til the aching has faded
until you can’t feel a thing
but that’s the thing…
you still do
i cannot believe we’re even still conscious
self-destruction, you’re hustling for nothing
ain’t it just like a vein gushing until it’s fucking dry?
(ain’t it crushing?) when you realize the deal they been cutting
do you feel like they’re leaving you out here to fucking die?
i do, i do, i do
yeah we do what we got to
i cannot believe we’re even still conscious
born & raised & forced to behave
& subject to suffering in similar ways
i am fucking amazed we’re even still conscious

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