Writhing pile of bodiesnCollective of humanity's aspirationsnStruggling and clawing to rise and tramplenreaching outstretched empty palms with nothing to clutch but shit from abovenBroken limbs locked and twistednNo strength to movenThis is StagnationnFuck the weight of your bloated corpse we're all forced to carrynyou call this social progress but all we do is bitch and fuck each other.