The Marrow / Child's Play
Mansions standing on top of one another
Cascade down to the river swan
Choked full of million dollar yachts
And the club houses for white collared bucks
Luxury cars sucking up the marrow of the earths scars
For big bucks
Sacred land blown up to keep the standard
Up the burbs while the hills burn
We all hungry got an appetite
While we scroll through our app life
And food for the mind
Where is the food from
Cant tell you
Most calm and then it stops
And the snot bubble pops
See we are stuck sinking in the tar
Of our mindless consumption
Scramble over one another eat each other for lunch
And if we must
Survival of the fittest and the richest and the smartest
Playing for apocalypse is caught being dismissive
Of Karma and Dharma
Got em' bitchin saying lifes a bitch
Deers caught in the headlights of the ignorance of some
Who never feel as one
Too busy sucking thumbs under the burning sun
I'm gonna say its your fault
Your gonna say its my fault
I'm gonna tell you to jump
Winner takes all number one
Your caught in the headlights son
Pick a number to tonnes of pressure on your back
Rat racing through
Hands of time to clear your mind
Feed myself
I'm always hungry
Greed is fair
Give me more
Cascade down to the river swan
Choked full of million dollar yachts
And the club houses for white collared bucks
Luxury cars sucking up the marrow of the earths scars
For big bucks
Sacred land blown up to keep the standard
Up the burbs while the hills burn
We all hungry got an appetite
While we scroll through our app life
And food for the mind
Where is the food from
Cant tell you
Most calm and then it stops
And the snot bubble pops
See we are stuck sinking in the tar
Of our mindless consumption
Scramble over one another eat each other for lunch
And if we must
Survival of the fittest and the richest and the smartest
Playing for apocalypse is caught being dismissive
Of Karma and Dharma
Got em' bitchin saying lifes a bitch
Deers caught in the headlights of the ignorance of some
Who never feel as one
Too busy sucking thumbs under the burning sun
I'm gonna say its your fault
Your gonna say its my fault
I'm gonna tell you to jump
Winner takes all number one
Your caught in the headlights son
Pick a number to tonnes of pressure on your back
Rat racing through
Hands of time to clear your mind
Feed myself
I'm always hungry
Greed is fair
Give me more
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Writer(s): Luke Parish
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