Isaac Brock - Custom Concern lyrics

[Verse 1] The custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples to wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me to reach for my shoes and then walk Got to go to work, got to go to work, got to have a job Goes through the parking lot fields Didn't see no signs that they will yield and then thought This'll never end, this'll never end, this'll never stop Message read on the bathroom wall Said, "I don't feel at all like I fall" And we're losing all touch, losing all touch, building a desert