Assembly

In the city sun
We all bow and scrape for days as the rats congregate
What good am I to you, if I can’t sell you your beliefs?
What good am I to you, if I can’t purge you on a dime?
When all you ever do is bargain your repentance two for five
Wait, tell me you’re listening
Tell me that we’re doing well
And we’re all invisible
Say that you wear us proud
Drown us in demise
In this ocean of chemical noise
There are no miracles, only ticker tape
Live from a bomb shelter
Resurrect and celebrate
What good am I to you, if we keep talking in circles?
We send distress calls to heaven
A red light on repeat
Day after day this world grows colder
So passive and forced
Cruel and calculated
So 1984
Everyone, everywhere
Shed yourselves of everything and gather in the street
We’re falling to pieces
We’re so pulled apart and we fight with no purpose
We’re all disassembled from the start
And on the day we die
We’ll ascend into heaven to a sign on the door
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