Fallen Keys - Rawhide

A seven second delay for your three second attention span
It's not what it means, it's how you're meant to understand
Sold out for nothing because the product is free
All bought off by gadgets and books you don't have to read
You think the man who's worth eight figures knows how you feel
Hands ground to the bone cling gratefully to the raw end of the deal
The symbol-minded swallow each meme of the day
Told to be thankful for what's been taken away
Yet still believing the promises made
And already broken
Outside of the warrantee
Prescriptions take the edge off this American Dream
But we're all to some extreme
Bound by the established belief
That the ends justify the deceit
Participatory neglect, this pill will fix everything
No need to repeat the questions that no one's answering
Nine to five, five to ten, accepting the guilty plea
Because facts are opinions and reality is what you watch on TV
The aggregated, medicated, uninformed, opinionated
The isolation generation inheriting a broken nation
The healthy wealthy one percent, the myopic establishment
Anachronistic, jingoistic, selfish, helpless, fat, complacent
The polish slowly wearing off this American Dream
And we're caught somewhere between
The visions and the life we've achieved
The masses still line up behind those with whom they agree
Embrace the four year policy
Changing three hundred sixty degrees
Bigger guns and longer wars and fewer rights and lower bars
And cheaper work and longer hours more criminals taking what's ours
And deeper debt the more that's spent and more blank checks for fatter heads
And flashing lights and warning signs and opioids and suicides
Less ownership more corporate ties bankrolling domestic spies
Perspective's lost as time goes by and rags to rags to rags to rags to rags
Prescriptions take the edge off this American dream
But we're all to some extreme

Written by:
Sean Kelly

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