waiting for the time, wait for motivation, waiting
for the world to stop so i can catch my breath.
but the system carries on and history keeps
repeating these patterns (on the recording it's
'etched' but it should be stitched) inside the
lining of our culture. with water-logged limbs i
stay pressed to the couch, paralyzed with knowing
that there's nothing we can do. so leave this
cartoon on so i can get to sleep tonight. try to
keep our eyes closed so we'll see no evil. we'll
march on searing our apathy into their flesh.
their bones crack beneath economic motivations.
economic missionaries export their faith,
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market. bow down to our dollar. complacent. say
'progress', we won't question if it's true. now
it's too late. souls stained by blood so thick it
soaked right through. stop feeling isolated. stop
hoping, start screaming. can't shake this floating
feel. nothing feels like real. nothing feels.
complacent. say 'progress', we won't question if
it's true. now it's too late. souls stained by
blood so thick it soaked right through. looks as
though we're stuck here. i think that's a lie.
stop feeling isolated. stop hoping, start
screaming.