Triumph of the swill

Swill power

By 史蒂夫奥托

Excuse my contempt
My quiet rage
You put your immaginary god
ahead of all that matters
Of humanity
Of friends
Of your family
Of yourself
Have you no value
Does life matter?
You twittle away your hours
To create surplus crap
Never question your place
As you kiss your bosses ass
You of survatude
Your contempt for nature
Your obediance to your creature comforts
But it's OK
It's just life in the sticks