Rush, rush, rush, the rhythm goes
A rhythm so monotonous
Oppressing, oppressed all goes
Pushed by greed, pushed by need
Brushing shoulders, hovering chests
No neighbor concern
Your death, their gain
Bumping into you, bumping out of you
To squeeze the little cent out of you
Driven by greedy they steal your vote
Driven by envy they mug you
Rush, rush, rush, the rhythm goes
To acquire, to gain
Only to crush into one another on the road
In the grave maggots feast on you
Then why rush?
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