Take me from the incubator and throw me on a train at runaway speed. Send me to school, put a gun to my head, and ask me what kind of worker I’ll be. I get to the job, you strap me down and cut out my individuality. Don’t stop until you’ve molded the type of man you want to see.
Why aren’t you going faster? Your worth is being a puppet for the invisible hand. Why aren’t you going faster? Become the perfect economic man.
Manifestation of the ideal, put your emotion to the side. The only self-expression allowed is that which perpetuates our lie. Public stigma holds you back and puts you right into your place. Cash dependency the boot forever stamping on your face.
Drug me up and beat me down. Send me early into the ground. Credit scores and suburban ideals make my soul easy to steal. Tell me to enforce the masculine, in fear of those that I call sin. My opulent insecurity making me a vassal for industry.
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