F-Box - Dry

What you gonna do when you've bled the world dry
You squeeze that grape til it ain't got no soul
We burn out all our candles out of our carelessness
To put a little light back in our home

The fruits of our labor have soured with age
Like that girl that was the apple of our eye
We chase the wrong things and we dream the wrong dreams
And it's got us wondering what is right and why

We're calculated, like a bomb on a train
And it's got me wondering what stop we going off
We're ticking, like a bomb on a train
It's got me, it's gotta stop

We're digital culture, without no class
We just buy buy buy
And kill kill and wreck wreck
We imitate life lived with a purpose
We can't even live amongst one another

We're calculated, like a bomb on a train
And we got me wondering what stop we going off
We're ticking, like a bomb on a train
It's em wondering, where we going off

What you gonna do once you've bled the world dry?

They kill kill and lie lie

Written by:
Gary Llama

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