Trapped in flesh

Poverty at home

i‘m convinced that I deserve it

And they did it, for they had to 

since the rent won‘t pay itself

And I think they‘d do it all again

but all the dogs are dead

and the money up and running

but these scholarships I dread

I get drunk on what I see online

And empty out my dreams

Of any underlying meaning

Everything is what it seems

Nameless streets in empty cities

Windowless, these buildings flee

To yonder time before my mind

Was ever trapped in flesh