Follow the trail of dead batteries and obsolescence,
Exchange all my value for status.
The systems broken but the parts still work
So I can still escape in a corner.
Just avoid being bored and ignore the homeless,
This life is a story with no moral to it,
So I try on lenses to see clearly,
But even Marxists are myopic.
So let’s just float on this bed
Cause right now
I can’t follow anything.