Stand inert
Look to golden shores
See the skyline â€" corroding
Thick with grease from the palms of those who are schooled in charm
Use their weight as a lever
Then use the cleaver
Just in case, don't resist, hope they miss
Always taking more than giving
Always taking more than giving
Always taking more than giving
Spreading far
To the farthest shore
Moving slowly, unimpeded
Wake up to the fact that the dirt spreads farther then before
It clings to the coast line
The stakes are rising
From minute, to minute , to minute
Take your grievance to the summit
Take your grievance to the summit
Get shot down on the tarmac
The bubble bursts
There's burning plastic
Obscuring the skyline
How many ways does the same message need to be sent?
The sands are shifting, the veil's lifted. Impetus will push us, don't give up
And stop the wheels from turning
And stop the wheels from turning
And stop the wheels from turning