disposable goods.

- 𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖋 🍣🍃 - they teach you to believe you’re indispensable. they print your name on certificates and badges. inspect the packaging closely... every item on the shelf carries a hidden expiration date. we're just inventory trying to buy time before we get marked down. yuh yup. [verse/] Born in the shadow of a smoke stack skyline, Chasing down a dream on a crooked assembly line. The city eats its young, spits the bones in the street, Another working cog marching to a hollow beat. I watched my uncle grind till his spine turned to chalk, Traded thirty years of life just to learn how to walk With a limp through the winter, discarded by the firm, Just another meal waiting quiet for the worm. We buy the shiny gadgets, coat the rust in chrome, Pretending that the graveyard isn't coming home. Swallowing the pills just to keep the blood clean, A biological pawn in a mechanical machine. You run on the treadmill, dodging every trap, Try to add a decade to a fragile little map. But the reaper stays patient, sitting in the back, Watching every mortal soul slip between the crack. [hook/\] We’re all just dust wrapped in bone and skin, Counting down the hours till the rust sets in. A barcode stamped on the back of the neck, Sailing through the storm on a sinking deck. Just pushing back the clock, holding off the shade, Trying not to fade in the mess we made. yup. [verse/] I met a young mother working two jobs late, Praying that the medicine would stall her daughter’s fate. Burning down the candle at both ends of the wick, Fighting with insurance when the system called her sick. Because the board sees numbers, never sees the tears, They calculate the profit off our desperation and fears. We’re disposable goods on a corporate receipt, Swept away like autumn leaves falling on concrete. So we fast, and we pray, and we double up the dose, Holding every second that we love the very most. Stealing extra moments from the shadow of the grave, Realizing freedom was a lie we tried to save. Yet we keep on marching through the rain and the mud, Signing every contract in sweat and in blood. Pushing back the day when the final curtain drops, Living for the rhythm till the heartbeat stops. [hook/\] We’re all just dust wrapped in bone and skin, Counting down the hours till the rust sets in. A barcode stamped on the back of the neck, Sailing through the storm on a sinking deck. Just pushing back the clock, holding off the shade, Trying not to fade in the mess we made. yup.