Custom Concern

Their custom concern for the people
Build up the monuments and steeples to wear out our eyes
I get up just about noon, my head sends a message for me
To reach for my shoes then walk
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job

Goes through the parking lot fields
Didn't see no signs that they will yield and then thought
This'll never end, this'll never end (this'll never end)
This'll never stop (this'll never end)

Message read on the bathroom wall
Said, "I don't feel at all like I fall"
And we're losing all touch, losing all touch
Building a desert



Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Jeremiah Green
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