The Sales from SCREAMING EVERYWHERE by POP POP VERNAC

Water in your silo begins to spit out, trickling outside, better find a smaller spout. Wet, crushed and torn, the numbers still grow. The never ending story you know. It’s the excessive nature that made you the bell of the crowd, wanted to fuck around, wanted to find out. You’re smart money’s gonna pave the way to a dead end with a locked gate. The sales. The sales are all downhill. The sales. The sales are all downhill from here. These pants feel good, this shirt feels nice, but it don’t feel so good knowing the price of consumption, the hunger to feed, the effort and energy to make ends meet. Old new episodes, all new reruns, we go to work in the same old fashion. Old muscles need damage control. I don’t wanna explode. The future won’t teach us, okay then keep your secrets. With only long roads to go down, and no time left to walk, you better show up on time before another gate gets locked. The sales. The sales are all downhill. The sales. The sales are all downhill from here.

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