doom
you anus is doomed
my life is doomed
our existance is pisstance
my bank account drained
my property derailed
between my shoulders there is a cinch
I am met with a painful pinch
I cannot rest
not even a day
my family dug it's grave in debt before may
now the end of july creeps
we still haven't cut down the trees
the winter will surely be harsh
from september to may we gotta burn lignin, celululose and starch
only two cubic meters of wood we posses
sun burned our crops
renovation took the rest
I do not know what future holds back
is it death
is it prison
is homeless wreck
all I know we'll still be in debt
whoever falls will take the rest the blame is onto me that I failed some tests
my piss is green
yours is not
I can't afford a systematic checkup
to see if I'm alright