An Introduction to Economic Vampirism

With a swagger and a smirk, we make our toasts and salute' our treasures, "Hail! Hail! our conquering hero!" we chant, laying down branches before the pale horse, From man to mechanism, the soul is wearing thin, Grasping the chains to lighten the load, Walking on eggshells for the common good, waiting for our peace offering to be understood. Bled dry by the dischord, relying on muscle memory, we walk our own trail of tears, for the almighty dollar bill, Broken flesh, tired and worn, why do we enslave ourselves so much more? Time measured burden by burden, shackles become the new black, "I can't look myself in the eye, to see what I've done to survive" but we'll move along, trample, and bury our own dead, for the sake of a better "us"