Everyone’s maxed out
maxed out on credit
maxed out on time
no one has anything left to give
importing third world conditions
dreary, dry husk of economy
brittle society
collapsing society
dreams wrung dry
dreadful sky
everybodys maxed out to the hilt
no room for manoeuvre
all you can do is document
the way we live
and die
collapsing society
brittle economy
nothing left in the tin
no gas left in the tank
everyone is maxed out
to the hilt
death is a way out
