Harvester - American Standards

Now is the time we figure things out

Or we both go our separate ways

Have they taken our will and the thrill of the fight

Or are we giving them hell to pay

It’s not alright

It’s not okay

It’s not the way things have to be

It’s gone on too long

Complacently

Comfortably numb

The human disease

Abstract oblivion

All fore mentioned just doublespeak

We’re overwhelmed with the underwhelming

Over fed and starving for more

Buying all the pitch is selling

If the good die young

What am I trying for

Still life surrealist, You’ve lost your way

We’ve found the movement in the rhythm of the beat

Our destiny is machine made

Living life through these minor chords

Taking the path of least resistance instead of following our hearts

Flat-lined

No we don’t have a pulse

Our blood is on the market

Stock prices are falling

The thief has broken in but there is nothing left to steal

Robbed of each last dignity

Salivating at the kill

A televised rendition of this lethal injection

Perfecting imperfections peeling back each layer of skin

If this blood in my veins was oil, they’d kill me, bleed me dry

Salivating at each last drop

We put a price on our time

We put a price on our life

We put a price on our heart

And now we have nothing left to sell