Pathetic

Born into this nothingness 
With the sole goal – to succeed 
Life hangs by a single thread 
As we are trying not to feel 

But to gather all we can 
Out of proportion to our need 
To hide within our deepest nests 
And to never ever give 

Dead faces 
Breathing through it"s meaningless 
Aggravated existence 
From dusk to dawn you swin in shit 
Your only skill"s persistence 

So you gather all you can 
Out of proportion to our need 
To hide within our deepest nests 
And to never ever give 

We"re robbing 
We"re rotting 
We"re hurting 
We"re feeling 

At last we feel