Robert Wakefield - Cesspool

Another day, another lifetime
Another product from the system
In cold seas of blue with black grime
Acidic waters choke out our stems
What a strange, terrible game
The only winning move here is not to play

No one in the cesspool escapes
No one ever wins in this game
No one ever wins the rat race
No one ever leaves as the same

I'm devoid, but staying afloat
I'm scraping you, you're scraping by
Your ball and chain, they are my own
As long as you aren't free neither am I
What a strange, terrible game
The only winning move here is not to play

I eat myself to death while you starve
I toast in the sun while you freeze in the streets
Can you place a monetary value on a life
In the land of the greed and home of the slave?
What a strange, terrible game
The only winning move is not to play

No one in the cesspool escapes
No one ever wins in this game
No one ever wins the rat race
No one ever leaves as the same

No one in the cesspool escapes
No one ever wins in this game
No one ever wins the rat race
No one ever leaves as they came

Written by:
Robert Wakefield

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