I am a merchant who fills this land with the novelty and nonsense that withers wills
My struggle is to keep up with what country demands, and family deserves
I put the bread in the mouths of my best and last hope that this name ears honor
It will be the first
I am a purveyor of bullshit and
landfill, and broken dreams
Oh look how I"ve made
an inheritance of others ideas
Most of which should not have left their lips
I fear that my usefulness has expired
Yet you won"t let me go
I am in a race to
produce things to buy things to eat things to make more things
I don"t have the tools to withdraw myself
We are not hearty,
we are usually fallen ill
Is it the tough conversations that warrant our stay? See I am powerless and take no pleasure in hard battles of words won
But is this my story?
I struggle to love right here, the shadows that pass me by
Why should I leave my land?
I question the motives of those
I should prop up on my shoulders and carry;
but not my own at any time
I will not leave my land
My struggle is to keep up with what country demands, and family deserves
I put the bread in the mouths of my best and last hope that this name ears honor
It will be the first
I am a purveyor of bullshit and
landfill, and broken dreams
Oh look how I"ve made
an inheritance of others ideas
Most of which should not have left their lips
I fear that my usefulness has expired
Yet you won"t let me go
I am in a race to
produce things to buy things to eat things to make more things
I don"t have the tools to withdraw myself
We are not hearty,
we are usually fallen ill
Is it the tough conversations that warrant our stay? See I am powerless and take no pleasure in hard battles of words won
But is this my story?
I struggle to love right here, the shadows that pass me by
Why should I leave my land?
I question the motives of those
I should prop up on my shoulders and carry;
but not my own at any time
I will not leave my land