Cornelius Julius - Occidental

It's sick the way we have to work
If we want to survive
Spend our days chasing pay
No time left for life
The Anthropocene
But no footprints in the sand
It's our sweat on their machines
It's our blood on their hands

So it's all for one
And each to their own
Divided we stand
Together alone
Our forked tongues
We've come undone
Don't know the truth
Don't know anyone

Written by:
Conor Hicks

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