Is it fuckin’ worth the struggle,
Can’t breath out of your lungs again,
When you’re just trying to juggle,
Contemplate what is happening.
Hypocrisy in the forefront,
Of everybody’s fucking mind,
Being straight up with me be blunt,
What fucked up world have we designed?
I’m fucking crazy so are you,
Too blind to realise wake up,
It’s a dream obscure look on through,
It’s a damn expansive setup.
All in all what’s the fucking point,
Living day each day to the next,
My thoughts holding me at gunpoint,
Can’t understand I’m too perplexed.
Existential
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