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Manual labour...
Manual labour
in this 9-5 smog
heaving and heaving
in this chest-ridden bog
The soot eats the skyline in this decrepit city,
Spanning the horizons, clinging on claw-like, grimly.
This ebony life mass is peering down, it has bewitched me, changed something in me,
industrially taunting me as I work strenuously.
No colours, no sunsets, no hazel's are hidden;
don't be panik stricken, we aren't missing out,
for behind this clouded carbon is nothing to seek out.
No, no.
It's all we've ever known.
Let us breath it and feel it in the depth of our bones,
let us mutate into a new race,
let us have stockholm syndrome for the disasters we've made.
it's better than admitting how powerless we are,
making corporates richer, as we die slowly from soot in the heart.
Manual labour
is our 9-5 life
heaving and heaving
but never leaving
not until we die
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in this 9-5 smog
heaving and heaving
in this chest-ridden bog
The soot eats the skyline in this decrepit city,
Spanning the horizons, clinging on claw-like, grimly.
This ebony life mass is peering down, it has bewitched me, changed something in me,
industrially taunting me as I work strenuously.
No colours, no sunsets, no hazel's are hidden;
don't be panik stricken, we aren't missing out,
for behind this clouded carbon is nothing to seek out.
No, no.
It's all we've ever known.
Let us breath it and feel it in the depth of our bones,
let us mutate into a new race,
let us have stockholm syndrome for the disasters we've made.
it's better than admitting how powerless we are,
making corporates richer, as we die slowly from soot in the heart.
Manual labour
is our 9-5 life
heaving and heaving
but never leaving
not until we die
© All Rights Reserved
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