Authored: January 16, 2018

The system has been created by those who desired power
By those who worshipped greed, money and riches
So, the few created the rules and the many followed
Cogs in the machine
The system is broken
Yet it keeps running
On the backs of pain, tears, frustration and despair.

The lies were easily said
For the psychopaths who climb management roles
Personality disordered, fit for the system
Yes, work, do not question
The system needs you as you need the system
Each paycheck taxed beyond belief
You labor like a fool
For some promotion so you can lord it over someone else.

It's sickness I tell you
Collapse under the empire
Stressed out humans, taking to the drink and drugs
Just to try to pacify a despaired heart and soul
Typed reports full of insecurities
Inaccurate bullshit just so you can get an ego boost.

The system has been created and can be destroyed
Like a sickness, it will spread slowly
One day it'll shut down
As cogs in the machine, we will feel pain
Knowing that a life worked, led to nothing
If your health is gone, your sanity stolen
The system is broken
The slow disease spreads
Like a virus....
And those souls lost, those who are now homeless
Those who's health has been destroyed....
Will see the system fall
The sickness unto death....