Serve as Slave

The whorehouse called economy To which you have sold your soul No matter how high the losses are You make sure the machine runs Your material achievements Show everyone who you are But appearances are deceiving You are a little slave at the core The balance sheet will show If the bill works out for you You can spin it either way You are a slave to money Competition, merciless Any means will do for you Everything has its price As it seems you have one too You’ve fought the monsters for too long Now you’ve become a monster too And now you know when I tell you that The abyss gazed straight into you - too

Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 10, 2025