Exploitation Period from Famine by Paint It Black
Tracklist
| 4. | Exploitation Period | 2:47 |
Lyrics
The Cult of “I,”
truth-seekers need not apply.
What we owe one another, you conspire to deny.
Flat earth disciples washed in with the tide.
Better scroll up before we’re all covered in flies.
Wandering the graveyard of ideas, we collide. Sleepwalking through the marketplace, anesthetized, because it serves the hand of power when we sever our ties, when we can’t tell a truth from a lie.
Instead of, “Harder They Fall,” now it’s, “winner take all.” Got you sussed, on your hands and knees learning to crawl.Caught you sleeping on the job, when it’s our burden to haul.Checked out, but it’s too close to call.
Two One Five
Despised, stay alive.
Amazed daily, raised babies, stayed tending the hive.
When the flames rise, lock doors, huddle inside. There’s no peace when so many deprived.
I admit that some days survival meant closing my eyes.
and I’mchasing that dopamine hit, no surprise.
Your fucking walls won’t keep us safe, no we will not abide. Build what we need, scatter seeds, hands untied.
