Listen children, 

Don't give up on this world we're livin' in

An endless chorus of beepin and countless digits

We're prayin to god from these holes that we're diggin'

Oh I get get that it's all cataclysmic and someday we'll fall

What good is a warning?

Like old men before me, I'll rise up and meet the road.

I have no fear of the crash of the tumbling market

Why bother saving with holes in my pockets?

It's all a relic someday. 

We cannot look back and wonder what money paid for.



Hold on lover, it's never the words that we see

There's nothing new I would gladly talk through

Tin cans with some string tied between

Over land, over sea

They'll threaten you as far as their guns can reach

Don't think about it, or what allowed it

Just enlighten

What do I worship? 

Send me my options

There's already too much, too much too often

They say peace is boring, if that much is true

Why am I always running towards some pursuit

I don't know



Oh now the moon is shaking

Watching as his mother's taking

Stock of what has been done

So long



I have no fear of the crash of the tumbling market

Why bother saving with holes in my pockets?

There's too many lovers that don't mean a thing

We should carve our initials into the machine

Cause it's all a relic someday, 

We can not look back and wonder what money paid for