Small Scale Mutiny - Eat 'Em

The well's gone dry
All they hide will surface
The working class
Too dumb to notice
Toxic smoke and broken mirrors
Leave us hurting
Waking up to feeling
Worthless

Slave away
A grand display
Take all the bread that we make
Shut up and fall into place
Slave away
Waste your days
Get in and feel the decay
Watch my back break

Well's past bone dry
On the lies, drop the curtain
The smoke won't go
Leaving us choking
Passing out thinking it's all worthless

Slave away
A grand display
Take all the bread that we make
Shut up and fall into place
Slave away
Waste your days
Get in and feel the decay
Watch my back break

Set'em up, smile, and rob'em
You're the perfect son
Face facts, you're the problem
I'm your affliction
Give it up, I'm not falling
I'm no whipping boy
Listen up, your number's calling
You have no choice

I hope everything tastes sour
Standing there with broken heads
I hope everything tastes sour
Standing there with pockets full of power
Pockets full of power
They have all the power

Slave away
A grand display
Take all the bread that we make
Shut up and fall into place
Slave away
Waste your days
Get in and feel the decay
Watch my back break

Written by:
Small Mutiny

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