HALF EMPTY LAND OF PLENTY MANY DRIVEN BY THE ONE…
AS THE SHALLOW VACANT FACES
TAKE THEIR PLACE BENEATH THE GUN…
ALL GATHERED IN A LINE...
THEY MONITOR THE TIME…
WAITING FOR THE MOMENT
WHEN THEY GET TO LIVE THEIR LIVES…
‘MAYBE WHEN YOUR OLDER’SAYS THE FATHER TO THE SON…
WHILE THE MAN AT THE BAR SAYS ‘I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS YOUNG’…
PERHAPS WHEN HE RETIRES...
HE’LL TRY NOT TO GET FIRED…
THEY CALL IT ‘MAKE A LIVING’
TRADING MOMENTS FOR DESIRES…
IT’S SO HARD TO SEE
THROUGH THE FOG OF THESE MACHINES…
FIGHTING FOR EXISTENCE LIVING LIFE AS WAR…
ACCEPTING WHAT WE’RE GIVEN
WHILE NEGLECTING WHAT WE NEED…
THIS IS NOT HOW LIFE SHOULD BE…
WHEN WANTS AND NEEDS BOTH BARE THE SAME WEIGHT...
‘MAYBE WHEN YOUR OLDER’ MAY BE TOO LATE…
AND MAYBE NOTHING MATTERS
BUT THE STRUGGLE AND THE STRIFE…
OR MAYBE WE’RE JUST MISSING
ALL THE SIMPLE THINGS IN LIFE…
AMERICA HAS BECOME A CORPORATION.
IT'S CULTURE HAS BEEN TRADEMARKED AND SOLD
THROUGHOUT THE GLOBE.
MEANWHILE, THE WORKING CLASS HAS BEEN ALL BUT FORGOTTEN.
CAUGHT IN AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF WORK AND CONSUME.
UNTIL YOU’RE TOO OLD AND WEAK TO BE OF VALUE TO THE SYSTEM.
THAT’S WHEN YOU’RE CAST ASIDE WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
BUT A BROKEN BACK AND A BROKEN WILL.