Capstan - Precariat lyrics
[Capstan - Precariat lyrics]
Standing at an impasse forged with
Broken hearts and shattered glass
The death of our progress
Destruction of the middle class
This calamity knows no bounds
And shows no shame
It's spit in our face and we
Gave hate a different name
Terror
It's a corporate design
They keep stacking bodies on
The capital shrine
Were you dazed by the flashing
Lights and dollar signs
Did you feel your conscience shift
Into a steep decline
Mind numb from what the
Suffocation has become
We're all born apart of the great divide
Molded and shaped in the
Machine's assembly line
With oil in our blood and
Diamonds in our eyes
We've been longing for relief
Not an empty compromise
I'm so goddamn discouraged by the way
We live our days out
Destructively with our heads down
Aspirations, ambitions stay bound
It's all routine
Played out scenes over cells and magazines
It's the American dream
Or todays big sales at shopping malls
Built on grounds housing hell
Mind numb from what the
Suffocation has become
We're all born apart of the great divide
Molded and shaped in the
Machine's assembly line
With oil in our blood and
Diamonds in our eyes
We've been longing for relief
Not an empty compromise
Broken hearts and shattered glass
The death of our progress
Destruction of the middle class
This calamity knows no bounds
And shows no shame
It's spit in our face and we
Gave hate a different name
Terror
It's a corporate design
They keep stacking bodies on
The capital shrine
Were you dazed by the flashing
Lights and dollar signs
Did you feel your conscience shift
Into a steep decline
Mind numb from what the
Suffocation has become
We're all born apart of the great divide
Molded and shaped in the
Machine's assembly line
With oil in our blood and
Diamonds in our eyes
We've been longing for relief
Not an empty compromise
I'm so goddamn discouraged by the way
We live our days out
Destructively with our heads down
Aspirations, ambitions stay bound
It's all routine
Played out scenes over cells and magazines
It's the American dream
Or todays big sales at shopping malls
Built on grounds housing hell
Mind numb from what the
Suffocation has become
We're all born apart of the great divide
Molded and shaped in the
Machine's assembly line
With oil in our blood and
Diamonds in our eyes
We've been longing for relief
Not an empty compromise