Jumanji from Post Industrialism by Summer Holds The Earth

I’ve been stuck in this game, but I dug up the box, I made the choice to play.
Now I have gone astray, so empty are my words like expectation strains.
I’ve been trapped in my mind, my thoughts have been reversed, I can’t afford the time.
Now I have lost my way, so heavy is my heart, so empty are my pointless days.
Buy yourself a dog, steal yourself a wife, build yourself a house, seal yourself inside.
Seasons pass you by, endlessly refrain, holes are in the roof. Can’t you feel the rain?
Cover up the walls, plaster up these holes. Wave your banners high: sex-conditioned roles.
I have not the heart to stop when it's too late. The mind will fall apart, the brain deteriorates.
Quick deteriorate, stuck inside this game. Quick deterioration: complete lack of sensation.
I certainly wished that this was a joke but I buried my head and I’m coughing from smoke.
I think I’m alive but it’s too hard to tell. I’ll see satan or god in both heaven or hell.
In either oh well. It takes two to hurt one’s self.
I’m not gonna fold my hand this time. My heart is on the table, I’ve parted with it already so I’m fine.
No more honest communication, no more build-up, no more letdown.
No more problems left to face here in this post-industrial coal town.
Everything is bullshit at least the way that I see. Go fuck up your own life but keep it out of my valley.
As if you’ve ever been trapped in a bad day. It’s like your never gonna fight your way out.
The fact of the matter is nothing else matters but healing your bruises and stitching your doubts.
I’ve finally looked in the mirror and destroyed every mask I’ve had glued to my face.
The fact of the matter is nothing else matters. Surrender the game we call life. My conscience escapes.
I’ve been stuck in this game. I was not good at first. I swear I’ve found a way…

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