Of Toil, And Promnesia (feat. Parker Jameson)

I wake up; I sigh, dismayed Another day to pour it all down the drain I lie down; I've long lost count of all the years that feel like yesterday There is a void behind my sunken eyes Blurred thoughts of my passions and of my dreams far beyond the event horizon The soul shredder; the great unmaker Of all that I could become To be a cog in an ouroboric death-machine The latest update is to eat the ones that make it function Ravenous hunger rips all asunder Write-off the ghosts as a necessary sacrifice No qualms with the concept of failure No cries for the absence of silver spoons This adversity is a recurring itch I've long scratched to a gaping wound Of toil and promnesia is another day we're forced to throw away One more defeat to rinse/repeat, for the scraps we've been tossed have been given on loan Is this all there is I keep searching for greener pastures There can't only be desolation Where is the pay-off; the fruit of my labor Perpetuation of desperation One step forward, a thousand back The fucking stress of it all gives me a heart attack My grey matter's oil: now light it aflame The corporate combustion engulfing my brain I've long been at end of my shortened rope So kick out the chair, because I'm all out of hope I'm all out of hope Of toil and promnesia is another day we're forced to throw away One more defeat to rinse/repeat, as we work to the bone digging our eternal home