From the recording The Divine, Evolution, Extinction And Other Modern Prophecies Volume 1
Lyrics
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The smell of cigarettes
An empty bar a million regrets
Fill the sky with neon lights
Kill the night with carbon and chemicals
And the rain it never ends
Hooded, head down and all wet
Stumble through the dark modern maze
Dead man walking
Everyone here is born a slave
A page, a name, a number
Your wage is your worth
Your time is a payment
And your purpose is babies
Everyone doesn’t play by the same rules of engagement
There are favorites
All the basic, miseducated, are faking and making it
All these moments are lost in time
Like tears in rain,
Time to die
Gravity grab hold
Grab me before I float