What do you do?
You just consume
Sit back and simply
Let it roll in
You don't create
Only destroy
Or amuse yourself
With expensive toys
There's nothing left
For me to say
When I see you all
Act that way
Middle-class black holes
Again and again
Always fucked up
On the weekends
What the fuck do you do?
What is your worth?
I your life just a lie?
Will anything be different
If tomorrow you should die?
Filled with
Social apathy
Concerned only with
What can make you happy
What the fuck do you do?
Why don't you tell me
What do you do...
