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Brew my moods into a cup of beans
What my guards don`t hear is a throat cut
Gut the jokes, I feel like I`m choking on bad coffee
As I black out from watching zombies getting old
It makes me think I`m the one cracking up
But I remember that I wasn`t the one who ordered it served
I`m just serving it, hot and dotted
As planned, just pissed about it

It makes me want be a sheep again
Before I note again that that`s a bad plan
I must sheer myself to remind free
But what`s it worth if I have to herd them like me?
Feeling older than a flashlight running low,
Jumping and junking decent jobs for Jobs
It even pays well to play dumb
But is that better than living risky?

Curse our animated instincts;
Our will to survive
Unless we rip it from our payrolls
Rage will crack our skulls
And be poured dust for another powdered pill drink
Grated straight from the soul
Eroded, from some daily times...
Dignity opened fresh to rot like helpless prey

I got to stutter to stir this,
This feeling of hacking on humorless pie
As they work in my place
As they claim my excuses once inferred
Joking about my scars, the same ones as bad as theirs`
Makes my time seem like cancer
But I forbid that hate to be real
I just keep making the good stuff, hot and ready

Even as I set this hot mess again and again,
I`m warned, I`m jutted, I`m dismayed, I`m retorted, demanded with excuses
I am crippled, violated with the fear of messing up a good drink, once only made for me
It won`t piss off like peer pressure, coloring me as the taint in the blender
It is desperate enough to make you have to take it with you
To die with it on top hidden in Nutrition Facts 
Convenient for a local locomotive who`ll need it
But track that I work hard ever knowing that I damn well don`t want it


Seriously, I`m not that thirsty...
I just don`t want another one of those drinks...
It`s not worth the pain those before me taught themselves
To love the sounds, the sight, the smell, the feeling, the years of knotted flesh...
But the guards march on, drinking away my signature
Should I keep holding this Beverage...?
Do I really let My Worries master me...? Enough.
...It`s best to not take it with me.

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