New Currents

Time flies for no one Steel shakes for another glimpse They said starve is over But we already know there's something left to hide Your greed is poured all day Centuries made my day Me as plow, Me as blow Smoke, and Weeds, and Greasy pants Sweat with Dust, and Dirty hands They said there was nothing left But we already know another way We stand in line to be a kind No one can be an exception and must be a part Century will make my day Me as plow, Me as blow Century will make my day Me as plow, Me as blow Seize your way Pay by day See through it all Make your own voice