Tune out, turn the focus down
Get fucked in the rut, stay stuck in the ground
Hole up, cut out the lights
Lose track of the days and rack up the nights
Carve your niche and rot within
Today another face, in the same old skin
A polite nod to warnings
As we push for the edge
Clueless and complicit
We wander off that ledge
Fueled by greed and guilt
The cruelties we visit
For a spit of sand and silt
Our future isn't in the stars
it's in the rotten earth
Maybe bloodlust on a loop
Is all that we deserve
Every inch of progress
Built on blood and bone
Trapped in our ceaseless cycle
Of thunder, tomb and throne
Turn up, drown the voices out
Skim the applause and soak up the doubt
Eyes down, grip the charcoal tight
Whittling hours, keeping out of sight
Dig that ditch and rot within
Today another face, in the same old skin
A polite nod to warnings
As we push for the edge
Clueless and complicit
We wander off that ledge
Fueled by greed and guilt
The cruelties we visit
For a spit of sand and silt
Our future isn't in the stars
it's in the rotten earth
Maybe bloodlust on a loop
Is all that we deserve
Every inch of progress
Built on blood and bone
Trapped in our ceaseless cycle
Of thunder, tomb and throne