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Primitive Economics

 

Primitive Economics

(album: To Speak, To Listen - 2017)


Open your mind, accept the friction
All of our lives are an addiction
Deep within the earth is where we're birthed
Genetics in decline
It's all in how you survive

I know that every time I try
Reduction, expansion, engage the transaction
I lose myself at the bottom line
This fear of destruction
Breakthroughs from broken backs
Is the nature of my design
I know that one day I'll be bitter
Our will is deserving, our pockets still burning
And the only one to blame, but you can rest assured
Conviction's what you lack
I'll show you all there is to see

Fabricate slander, to live is to pander
Like you never wanted this
With dismay empower; Consumer devour
Misuse of talent divided the planet
Because I never wanted this
Corrupted the balance, and left us in the filth
I'm in the enterprise of versatility
Calculate the weights and measures
Fate exceeds probability
I take no investment lightly

As you stack your greed from wall to wall
You let your wealth devolve
It's all in how you survive

I know that every time I try
Reduction, expansion, engage the transaction
I lose myself at the bottom line
This fear of destruction
Breakthroughs from broken backs
Is the nature of my design
I know that one day I'll be bitter
Our will is deserving, our pockets still burning
And the only one to blame, but you can rest assured
Conviction's what you lack
I'll show you all there is to see

Break down the walls of my mistakes
We dug our graves for none but us to lay
Oh you depraved; have you no couth?
An eons wrath of hell to pay
We built our homes so we could run away
To what end will you go to cover up the lies you've sewn?
I can't stand the thought of becoming everything I'm not
And pretending all my problems come from somewhere
That's outside of my own head

I'd rather be fed to the pigs
Let my bones be a vestige of excess, of secrets, of flames and fear, of progress, of sequence, of less is fair

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