I slit my wrists
hoping it could have been
the master key to leave
But they strapped me down
and the doctor walks in with his slacks
sagging to the ground by bribes
His silver tongue reeks of venom
oozing out the cracks of his crooked smile
with coins for teeth
He wraps money on my cuts
saying an incantation,
Don't worry little rat
the money will numb you
Don't worry little rat
the money will change you
Don't worry little rat
the money will buy your soul
Don't worry little rat
the money is now where your heart
used to be
His voice makes my eyes bleed
while he writes his doctor's note
prescribing me the system
The same system that drove
me to slit my wrist
to escape this
scorching purgatory
The doctor's pockets sink deeper
with dead presidents
from companies with agendas
Now being fed he slither's onto the next rat
stopping another escape
from this fire and brimstone lake
I sometimes wonder if the "All knowing"
let this maze happen because
he's the kingpin getting his cut
from all the offerings
we throw away on Sundays
Asking for a path filled with cheese
just trying to make it through
another day in this maze,
but you get a bite of the big cheese
and taste the power you've secretly envy'ed
others for having
It changes you into
what you hate about the maze,
now you step on skulls to cash in
a bigger pay day
Something I've learned from
looking at my blood streaming is...
We're not humans in this system,
but rats in a global maze
chasing cheese colored gree-
Alright now Mr. Jones
the effects should be kicking in now.
How do you feel?
..Wait, what was I talking about?...
Excellent, send him back.
- QtheGreo
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I often wonder when will all us rats get tired of this race and burn down the maze.
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