Out Out - Finched (Delusions) lyrics

Thousand days waiting and here it comes Four hundred hours' work for a second of fun The rattle of the cavity, the sound for the ears Shakes and throws around the world for millions of years Feel my might Petrol's been hijacked, made good for the word Streamlined operation, the subject of good Discourse is conventional, so splitting the mold The pattern's seeming obvious, the premise unfolds Stripped and bone naked, the eating cold Fortune for lovers' lies, blind soul Cast among the garbage, shoulder soil A world of young peasants' never-ending toil Leave the petty beggars to their own end Blistered and corroded for dividends Hasten the burning with the breath of fools Left to fighting stinging stench, corrupted rule