you're only owed your death
you gotta earn the rest
unnamed tragedies
forgotten histories
we can bicker like we breathe
count inconsistencies like heartbeats
while the system rolls on and rolls right over your true identity
so we sing ourselves to sleep
we can bicker like we breathe
count inconsistencies like heartbeats
while the buildings grow tall as we turn our friends into our enemies
while the ones who would see us all dead or our soulds sold to slavery
they still laugh and they spit as they cound up the money and bodies
you're only owed yer death (only owed your death?!?!)
gotta earn the rest (gotta earn the rest?!!?)
every single breath
measures out what's left

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