t.o.w. truck come pick me up, fore i have broken down

[manicchaos]

the tug of war

they never tire of this game
the tug of war

alone on one end, holding tight
against all their collective might
the tug of war

impossibly high stakes exist
with rope tied taut around bare wrists
while splinters gnaw into my fists
the tug of war

the weight increases, multiplies
corpsed nemeses their force defies
as one by one their numbers rise
count all the seven fail-ed tries
the tug of war

blood now flowing from my hands
is freed to soak, the rope expands
and starts to slip it now demands
i should re-grip or not withstand
and then they steal the upper-hand
the tug of war

my muscles tear, though they will heal
the pain is too great to conceal
my weary eyes surely reveal
how fear driven, i mustn't kneal
though in my heart, i now can feel
the tug of war

seven have one, the rope gone loose
it ties itself into a noose
around my throat they then deduce
their victory's now my abuse
the tug of war

then in my blackening mind i ask
why put such effort in this task
i've always known it wouldn't last
the tug of war

forced balance cannot hold within
a world where entropy will win
the tug of war

and yet i foresee after the eighth
the tug of war

the tug of war