Buried Language

Selling us enough distracted apathy With the nursery rhymes and delirium dreams Run for our lives past the memory loss and the welcome wheels With a message from tomorrow, I tell you how it was told to me I am not an architect disguised in vanity What's left to value in the midst of complacency A docile mouthpiece for corporatocracy Speak in lowercase our language obsolete Your bibles are trying but won't work on me Stacked on silence and incomplete Daily handshakes, make sure to spread disease There's no criteria on who the hive will keep Refuse to bow to tyrants unseen A false sense of security From outside the bars, by the ones who hold the keys Creating a life to watch it plea for release In a world overrun with greed With bigger business in mind through all the dead-end deals God-fearing work by the hands of thieves There's no more walls to hang your trophies You weren't ivory like the movies Baptised in bleach as I swallow down sleep Tossed and turned as I drowned out my peace With a price tag on its eyes and ears Pantomiming drone with broken feet Soon the content outweighs the body The seeds are sewn for the wagers to reap But there's still enough stuck in our cavities As your mass murder weapons hit our family trees