Ungrateful

My maximum potential has been reached.
Discard my useless… dead weight.
It’s pointless.
Grow… breed…climax.
Grow… breed…climax.
I’m running in the wrong direction.
I must confess…
The hand of fate is not measured in increments
of something simple as your check book.
Push 'til you reach that burn out…
These bones weren’t meant to waste…
Push hard 'til time to clock out…
I’m just a smiling face…
Just a smiling face…
Just another god damned smiling face.