Building cage I can only study the blame I can think of a word for myself but no name Question darts throw me to the dogs of progress But they run from what really matters
Raised on promises
To the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink Logic's mad and shame doesn't care what you think The ocean's dry, it's only a phantom that you fathom But the flood comes from the desert
Raised on promises
Land of the known Free of the brave They sell us ourselves The center has moved And water bleeds from broken faces