Inevitable

Lyrics

I build their dreams and watch The disintegration of my own The blowback coats the cold lips That I press on a cold fucking grave A plot I have paid for in time [?] Stitch my heart onto a time clock Enslave my devotion and shackle me to Hollow ideals, a spreadsheet for my indenture [?] A smile for every time they spit in my face The poor man's burden Nothing else exists when I'm in this fucking hole An outside world I am not invited to That has forgotten who I am The grass is never greener Things can always burn darker than the dollar bills That flow through the bloated veins of commerce Greed; a plague on our fucking city Control them with financial suffering For it rings tried, tested, and true