Fruits and Labours

Apple of my eye is rotten at the core Loving something broken is normal No one questions why anymore The proper answer is so formal No one is an island but the expectation That you furiously carried yourself up the ladder Lives on in the gloomy grey of the nation For all that it just makes you madder I can toil through the doubt This mortal coil we all get out There is nothing new on this earth But the notion that we can change The neverending gospel search For a pathway out of the cage Fruits and labours make us whole The party line is idle is evil All the wealth can't be stole If it remains so big and inconceivable I can toil through the doubt This mortal coil we all get out Corporate parties pat themselves on the back For inventing nothing, investing nothing But promoting hybrid and giving us flack For caring ourselves, caring about something Care about something Care about something For caring about something I can toil through the doubt This mortal coil we all get out