I've hit the wall

Now all I can do is beg for its mercy

I feel like everything I worked for is in vain

Why are things set up this way

I feel I'll never understand the structure of a world

Where hard work means everything and nothing

Where everything you work for is in vain

And the lottery exists in the first place

Oh, and it's so beautiful

But I feel destined to reside

On spiked benches and suicidal sweat

That feels embedded in my skin again

That feels embedded in my skin again

"I don't know" is all I've been able to say

If I was flipped inside out I'd be screaming

Every single second of the day

I feel like everything I worked for is in vain

Why are things set up this way

Grow a pair of fucking balls, you don't hear this bitching from normal adults

So grow a pair of fucking balls, and dedicate your life to a terrible job

Where everything you work for is in vain

Why are things set up this way

HITTING THE WALL COMING SOON