Album: Cost of Living
All we know is steel and stone
We’re worked to the death, we’re worked to the bone
Spreading ourselves thin, striping ourselves bare
We turn the screws too beaten to care
Bottle up with spite, lying dead in the fight
Exposing our skin to parasites
The brain rot of the digital age leave our bodies stuck in a primitive rage
Getting ahead by bowing down and we fuck our heads when we’re feeling down
The lives of the desperate are loud
Matched by the noise from the screens
Pretending everything’s fine, we save our fears for our dreams
Forcing a reckoning
Set us free