Harsh Reality from Harsh Reality by Stress Positions

Bound to a fate you didn’t decide

A waking nightmare where you reside

Skin worn thin, blistered by time.

A Harsh reality. Toe the line.



Consensus reality

You toe the fucking line




Crushed in the palm of the invisible hand.

The cursor dictates, it’s part of the plan

Sisyphean circle, an endless race

Tethered and bound you’re tied in place



Conditioned to consume

A technicolor tomb.

Paid admission, locked in.

A losing battle, you won’t win



Same thing, day in-day out

Under the thumb and under the gun

Damned if you do, dead if you don’t

A waking hell ceases to release

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