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Midwest Buried

from Gods Over Broken People by polterguts

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I saw the cold of the Midwest bury another one. Just taken away.
No hopes, no dreams, just a stream of constant apathy. He wanted out.

So many people just seem broken, so gutted open, just so beat down and hopeless. You can see it in their faces, just how deep that pain is. When you can work harder, and you can be smarter, goddamn and still get lumped into the same batch. You weren't meant for greatness, you were meant for the Working Class.

I see the vices they prescribe, and it's like they don't like us.
It's like they profit off our fucking backs. So who wins when the forest meets the ax?

Being told your whole life that you can be anything you want, but you can break your back until your fingers snap and still be stuck in that same old rut. And was it ever really your life if the only thing you got was a eulogy that you're an honest man and a two by six foot plot?

Sold what's left of me in the trade for the promise of heaven's gates.
Take everything. Leave me nothing. Return to the dust from where I came.
No sign, no stone, no epitaph to let them know my name.
Just leave me here in my unmarked grave.

Midwest buried.

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from Gods Over Broken People, released May 20, 2022

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