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Payola

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You drink the waste of piss and blood,
You eat the bricks of bile and mud,
And while my sterile food is light,
I still can’t seem to sleep at night.

Your worries put your hair in knots,
and stress has made you bald in spots,
I always get my perfect cut,
but I’m the one who’s in a rut.

Your car is broke, the tire’s flat,
There’s no tooth left to chew the fat,
You struggle still from day to day,
Yet now I have turned out this way,

For no account can fill the void,
no rationale can be employed,
Your low rent life is hardly free,
yet I’m the one in misery.
I don't want to punish someone for playing the system well, but it's comforting to think certain people have a harder time living with themselves.
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Chezzy-Am's avatar
Payola's beauty lies in the rhythmic way you capture that sense of... being manipulated, and then abandoned. It is as if the life that we had lived before we became who we are now, was better than the life that we had known when we became in depth to someone or somebody. That's the saddest thing to happen to any person really.

Which is why the play of the title itself (payola) is satirical and quite literally sarcastic. Kinda reminds me of Coca Cola or something along those lines... There's a hint of capitalist tinctures for an evil scheme to take over the world (cue M. Bison's "OF COURSE!" line from the Street Fighter movie).