Western Sky - Confessions Of A Closet Capitalist | Текст песни

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• Western Sky
• Confessions Of A Closet Capitalist

i can see dollar signs in your eyes, and the fear you try so hard to disguise. let it rust on your reason, cause it rots away your insides.
chemical incarceration, sleep away the sun and moon. can't think can't walk can't question what's got a hold on you. that little girl you knew she's had her spirits broken, and the boy in her arms, he can't seem to stop choking. its a routine can't find time to listen, empty spaces and connections, racing towards life in moderation.
there's a child in your voice, i can hear her gentle scream. there's got to be more. there's got be more than this. there's got to be more to me.