ebitda

You aren’t a name
You’re a number
Expendable
Invisible
Ones and zeros
All adding up to death
Trained, conditioned
Into acceptance
Even contentment (optimism)
You work
To work
To work

trophy

Run
Run far away from me
I am not
What you expected
Nor will I ever be
Your expectations were
Always too fucking high
Convince me of my worth
To keep your pride in line