Grindcost

When you get to the shops in your poor excuse for a vehicle.
You´ll notice it´s not even worthy of running down roadkill.
Your heavy.
Fill the boot with snacks, forget all the rusty cracks, before the entire trunk suddenly snaps.
Boom and rock! Your big bum hits it like a train.
A few kilos more than society can carry, thank god it´s insane.
A big container of icecream will get you through the morning.
Burgers for lunch and exercise porn.
This has your spine out of shape and pillpopping mum needs you junkie.
This has your life still to wake sleeping on marshmallow chocolate frosting.
Blind to your hearts hazard, your own anguish coping a grindcost.
Who can take the blame?
Who can trade your name? What no-one? Getting down with the cool kids talk! Anguish and an agonizing grindcost.
Though your blood wont run thin, I can´t believe the state you´re in!