It´s Really Not This Hopeless...

It´s Really Not This Hopeless...

Nakatomi Plaza
(album: Private Property)

waiting for the time, wait for motivation, waiting for the world to stop so i can catch my breath. but the system carries on and history keeps repeating these patterns (on the recording it´s ´etched´ but it should be stitched) inside the lining of our culture. with water-logged limbs i stay pressed to the couch, paralyzed with knowing that there´s nothing we can do. so leave this cartoon on so i can get to sleep tonight. try to keep our eyes closed so we´ll see no evil.

we´ll march on searing our apathy into their flesh. their bones crack beneath economic motivations.

economic missionaries export their faith, preaching the words of their gods: behold the free market. bow down to our dollar.

complacent. say ´progress´, we won´t question if it´s true. now it´s too late. souls stained by blood so thick it soaked right through. stop feeling isolated. stop hoping, start screaming.

can´t shake this floating feel. nothing feels like real. nothing feels.

complacent. say ´progress´, we won´t question if it´s true. now it´s too late. souls stained by blood so thick it soaked right through. looks as though we´re stuck here. i think that´s a lie. stop feeling isolated. stop hoping, start screaming.