a song about (not) working to death in the name of a capitalist idea of self-worth
I don’t want to be productive
I understand the feeling and I feel it too That there is something close right ahead of you An end to all the aching Work through it, Push through it, Trudge up the hill An infinite incline, There is no other side
I don’t want to keep moving To make it look like I’ve been working I just need move slowly and cautiously at my own pace
I can’t sacrifice my own body and free time To help someone else make more money I’m not convinced you’re benevolent Call us leeches, when we’re giving our blood for this Giving up blood for this
Part of growing up Is learning to judge my worth by my own standards Not someone else’s I don’t want to be productive I like making music Because nobody listens
I don’t want to keep moving To make it look like I’ve been working I just need move slowly and cautiously at my own pace
I’m longing and longing to simply do nothing And get back in touch with why I’m alive In songs like thunder And I won’t let anyone tell me I’m wasting my life
I think we’re worth more than what we produce And our extractable monetary value
Working yourself to death is an abusive relationship And it’s not what I ever wish to be caught up in ever again
I don’t want to keep moving To make it look like I’ve been working I just need move slowly and cautiously at my own pace
I’m longing and longing to simply do nothing And get back in touch with why I’m alive In songs like thunder And I won’t let anyone tell me I’m wasting my life
I don’t have any bootstraps I don’t know what that is I fucking despise this I don’t think it’s what life is To just keep on going Til your bones are showing I won’t have it Don’t call me worthless
I don’t want to keep moving To look like I’m working I long to do nothing To just keep me going Get back in touch with why I’m alive Don’t tell me I’m wasting my life
