Bottom Rung - Streaming Edit

Solemnly straining through sleepless nights
Soulfully stargazing at clouded skies
See blind men observing stop signs
Slicing up soldiers like sectumsempri

Hard lessons learned through hard work
Mute men priasing more than fathers
Hear my cursed words 'bout these harbors
Sentence gay lambs into slaughter

All these burdens subverted
Like dirt diamonds, I've dug to earn it
Still getting hurt, a life worth serving
Punched in the gut. The fists deserved it

Sum of the whole ain't part of the total
Finish line met ain't meant for the end goal
No steeple, steep enough for evil
Spiral out control, 'spire to be to break the mold

We open at the close sliding off all of our clothes
And our "No's!" go unsettled like a suicide note
Discuss your dismay with your famed protégés
But when push comes to shove it's their coin in arcades

You can doctor a man, make belittling plans
Understand that this settlement rises like sand
In unholy hands we witness last stands
A trinity showing thee final commands

Like sixty-six spectacle, our hurt evangelical
A messengers delicate phrasing of whimsical
Such mythical struggles by people who're mental
At best they're in retail, at worst they're a crack deal

So crack down on crap shoots corrupting this country
Congruent with congress in stalled forward progress
Commanding collisions 'tween comets and cockpits
Crescendo to gun blows a smirk cross the monarchs

Where we at a sunburn turns into skin cancer
An undying faith covered up by non-answers
We strive for perfection, but fuck up the stresses
Take breathes but it's stealing oxygen from cashless

So darling, put down your pitchfork gather tridents
And make some sense 'bout the products you are buying
I wish you the best in problems got to overcome
But never replace memories at the bottom rung

In these parts, our problems more privileged than infants
Innocents ain't shredded 'til second education
We outgrow our messes, defining life lessons
And when we strike oil, the mobs are relentless

So backseat this shit, take a breath - don't give in
Don't go fretting your future before it begins
It don't matter your pride, it don't matter how far you've come
Never forget, you started at the bottom rung

We're tired of seeing these thugs on our evergreen streets
Their music molding minds of our infatuated teens
Never mind the meanings of their emblematic peace
If they really care, their thoughts should be full-on discrete

Week after week, we struggle, claw for everything we got
Only turn the television to be told we're for naught
Forgotten by the aristocrats whose thoughts serve only for lust
And fill the pockets of the fuckers who made it to the top

When my game is at its peak, forsake the gods who brokered me
Self awareness ain't funny if change lay at your feet
Like fundamental facts - the trains who don't come off the tracks
Nationalists see the blood, but pain is opinion of facts

Rebellious railways rising quickly in our systems
A Transcontinental bed full of roses
Crack authoritarian backs to protect ones whose spoken
They kneel at the ladder to suck life out of broken

Devils just angels that fell from the top
No diversity burning in the melting pot
When you reach a full stop, better pop it and lock
And cross with the caution of centuries soon cropped

It's a David - Goliath in our world full of riots
A single misstep sends a backlash of violence
Outlives when we're gone - we're the flint to the flame
But we're not arsonists, we're lighting candles for names

Stay home in approach to incentivize justice
We don't need the knee on the neck making judgements
This blood-lust endeavor by shits who feign cleverness
Bitterness clarity's' all that we get from this

Take it a rung at a time don't you stop
Every drop nots a burden but a revealing mark
And the cuts of our falls makin' art for our walls
Ascending to greatness through struggle and all

Where we at a sunburn turns into skin cancer
An undying faith covered up by non-answers
We strive for perfection, but fuck up the stresses
Take breathes but it's stealing oxygen from cashless

So darling, put down your pitchfork gather tridents
And make some sense 'bout the products you are buying
I wish you the best in problems got to overcome
But never replace memories at the bottom rung

In these parts, our problems more privileged than infants
Innocents ain't shredded 'til second education
We outgrow our messes, defining life lessons
And when we strike oil, the mobs are relentless

So backseat this shit, take a breath - don't give in
Don't go fretting your future before it begins
It don't matter your pride, it don't matter how far you've come
Never forget, you started at the bottom rung