Ive already seen the mangled corpse of the American dream.
Another point of control, they feed us meals ground from our bones
And all those fucking lies they told on what we could achieve (And what we're worth)
Our collective Sisyphus suffers from Olympic greed
“Ive got mine and fuck you if you want yours too, and I will say you just haven’t yet paid your dues”
Who’s to blame for the life you stole?
The young? The poor? Wage slaves who cant afford their food
A high tide raises all ships and with concrete bootstraps we built the ships and we’re still told we cant afford to board
And you’ve taken all you can take
Pity that busy monster, forget who you are just so you can consume