Business at hand
Not the dying race
But where we park our cars and eat
Makes up an ocean
For those that sail for blood and
Divide the loot amongst the awake
How on earth can we believe we're in charge here?
Throw all of our weight all you want
We are just animals in garden
The latest ration
A roar to raise the wall
You hear
All the sound bouncing around here?
It keeps us all
Forever tied, recycling rolls
Your eyes that bound
The way it is
Are only watching