there’s nothing left worth fighting for the fight is all there is. there’s nothing left worth fighting for we renounced all of our so-called sins. there’s nothing left worth fighting for there’s nothing left but pieces. stake out your shred of mother earth and inflict her with diseases. there’s nothing left but too many voices too unwilling to concede. the voices fill the void They built to force anti-productive revolutionaries.
the problems are shrinking smaller still the problems are not life and death. the problems are the right to iPhones and the right to live without consequence. we get more ill we get more sick we consume our own reduction. we get more ill we get more sick and expect always better medicine. when the cost is high who foots the bill? not me – that’d be mistreatment. when the cost is too high blame those who could afford it eventually you’ll get your way.
there’s nothing left worth fighting for but the fight is all there is. there’s nothing left worth fighting for we learn injustice through entertainment. an equal representation of who i stare at on my screen. an equal representation of who distracts me from my former dreams. a distraction through living comfortably and watching lives like would-be-mine from my own couch. to live vicariously can only be convincing if i can reasonably imagine the written words coming from my own bitter mouth.