Deadlock - Slut

Wave after wave

The days are about to turn faithless a bit

Taste after taste

Faith is about to turn tasteless a bit

And people turn out to get embraceless a bit

Day after day

An array of convertible faces

There’s so much you are promised to get

So little you’re willing to give

Vogue after vogue

The times are about to turn into distress

The little we know

Becomes lesser I guess

Day after Day

An array of convertible faces

From the get go they soften you up

In order to get you washed down

Year after year there appear predictable traces

Cause they straighten the ways to the top

But cut out the turning arounds

Deadlock in a deadlock

In a deadlock

Deadlock

Avaricious arbitrary

Common grounded qualified and ordinary

Too ambitious monetary

Always very mercenary

Voluntary prisoners of themselves

Day after day

An array of convertible faces

There’s so much you’re promised to get

So little you’re willing to give

Year after year

There appear similar places

There’s always the ones who will talk

There’s always the ones to receive

Deadlock

Deadlock in a Deadlock

Deadlock in a Deadlock