The Trade

A stranger grows your food with a gun to your head You've gotta sell your days just tryna be fed We've been influenced to madness, cut our worn heart strings I watch my children being raised by machines There's a fire in my bones and I'm trying to restrain I'm becoming a number and losing my name Standing on the edge of all we think we know Empty hearts beating in stereo Moving faster than these feet care to go When did we start trading red clay for silicone The green of the land and the blue of the seas Scorched it all for pixels in my TV screen There's a haze in the sky and there's blood in the streets But won't the chrome-lined gods praise all my deeds There's a fire in my bones and I'm trying to restrain I'm becoming a number and losing my name Standing on the edge of all we think we know Empty hearts beating in stereo Moving faster than these feet care to go When did we start trading red clay for silicone There's a visceral pull upon my seams With the airwaves drowning out all my screams Standing on the edge of all we think we know Empty hearts beating in stereo Moving faster than these feet care to go When did we start trading red clay for silicone When did we start trading red clay for silicone When did I start trading red clay for silicone