Dry

What you gonna do when you've bled the world dry You squeeze that grape til it ain't got no soul We burn out all our candles out of our carelessness To put a little light back in our home The fruits of our labor have soured with age Like that girl that was the apple of our eye We chase the wrong things and we dream the wrong dreams And it's got us wondering what is right and why We're calculated, like a bomb on a train And it's got me wondering what stop we going off We're ticking, like a bomb on a train It's got me, it's gotta stop We're digital culture, without no class We just buy buy buy And kill kill and wreck wreck We imitate life lived with a purpose We can't even live amongst one another We're calculated, like a bomb on a train And we got me wondering what stop we going off We're ticking, like a bomb on a train It's em wondering, where we going off What you gonna do once you've bled the world dry? They kill kill and lie lie