I don't know when it's enough
The master's son he has the watch
Grinding down 'til only bone
Turns the dial with every groan
Lining up all in denial
Row by row in single file
Bloody hands and bloody needs
My eyes are branded by the steam
What'll they do with a crumpled mess?
I just need to see beyond the ridge
That's where I'll find serenity
It'll be right there waiting for me
At night we pray to our spokesman God
with his wisdom and coupons
Moving nations with his greed
and sacred scrolls of things we need
I hear he taught the blind to see
all of their deficiencies,
pitches sermons on the mound
bread and fish sold by the pound
“I’m turning off the power, I’m locking the machines
Make a beeline through the front door
Knocking clipboards out of hands
Yanking plugs out of the wall
And through the city, pulling billboards to the ground,
Busting all the store fronts down
Sending echoes through the mall
Drowning out the salesman's calls
To end the buzzing noise
That follows me in my sleep
I want to take things as they come
I want to see things as they are”
I will look them straight into the eye
and tear it all down
bursting into store fronts,
burn the billboards to the ground
leave 'em all charred
ripping up the factory floor
barring all the doors
tear it all down
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