Blood, Bread and Roses (Lyrics)

Head stones Dead phones Birds flown We drown in the lighted way One fight Get it right Before we lose our good eye I watch false clocks Tower blocks Ash blight and project glory We are the wasted class of the western story So bored Ignored A fault line cracks across this place Head stones God’s drones Death follows the human race No criminal leaders Their social infection Empty follows ego in election No damn tastemakers and deal breakers It’s all glamorous soul cancer reflection Stolen future burning them Your paper fortunes burn away You filled our ears with the poison A good fight over the ocean And watched us live and die for the hunger in the your wake Is it human error? Or the will of the thieves in office? Apocalypse World crisis in clock ticks Count down our days Did they tell you their profits aren’t your business? It happened on your back across lifetimes And did they tell you their motives aren’t your concern? And did they say too little true to what we learn? Face it Stolen future burning them Your paper fortunes burn away You filled our ears with the poison A good fight over the ocean (not mine) And watched us live and die for the hunger in the your wake Is it human error? Or the will of the thieves in office? Apocalypse World crisis in clock ticks Count down our days Head stones Dead phones Birds flown We drown in the lighted way One fight Get it right Before we lose our good eye I watch false clocks Tower blocks Ash blight and project glory We are the wasted class of the western story Fuck your death and glory I will turn my face to it I won’t stumble I won’t quit