When I Get Some Balls,

You'll All Be Dead.

I wish I had literary dreams
But I just lie awake
When I dream there's rarely sense
And arbiter of my state
Confidence is never what it seems
I wish it was something I could fake
Cos I'm surrounded by loud mouthed pseuds
If only my tolerance would break

But I'm not so lonely now
I've got people around me
People to show me how
To stop capital from drowning me

I don't know how other people cope
With their own existence
I don't know how the working class
Ignores hegemonic interference
Cos I'm shackled to labour 'til I die
It terrifies me
You say yr not the same
I know yr the same, I know yr not ok

But I'm not so lonely now
I've got people around me
People to show me how
To stop capital from drowning me