Body-Renting

Wide awake again:
The uninviting morning light protruding, rudely
Through the night, assisted deftly by maniacal mechanical persuasions
Slicing through the silence, piercing all resistance
(Resistance) is futile;
I can’t win today or
Tomorrow (-morrow) (-morrow) (-morrow)
Gloom, palpable, looms tangible
Capable of infiltration
Regular drudgery
Trudge a weary path to just another day;
I won’t claw back, racing rats
Soul-chipping, personality-warping, if you’re not careful
Oh!
Everybody wrapped up in a nice and tight and warm existence;
Everybody thinking everybody else is just another extra
On the stage which everybody shares but no-one owns
Regular drudgery: too tired to disagree
So switch into a 'zombie mode' - virtually comatose
My body is wearing numb;
I fear my brain may soon succumb
Toil and graft!
To ease your passage, oil the shafts and grease the poles
Which won’t cease to rent your body into a lifeless mess of gaping,
shapeless holes
Resistance is futile!
I can’t win today or tomorrow!
Resistance is futile!