Another dead day Another work day An endless procession of endless lies An endless contortion of buzzing flies They lick the wounds that do not heal Their souls are doomed, too numb to feel Unknowing deception A thickening haze Consuming prescriptions Turning nights to days They walk as zombies, run into walls Drinking their coffee, adderall dissolved Drinking their coffee, adderall dissolved Huddled masses shuffling feet Inhaling gases and sweating from heat They trade their lives They made the hive They trade their lives They made the hive