Enflamed In Effigy
Riches make stitches, that get you tangled up in people's problems
Too hard to fix it
But you made yourself the one to solve them
Feed all the fishes with delicious forgiveness
Trapped under blankets, it seems the rumors never warm enough, and no one to thank you
Doesn't matter, they won't make the cut
Feast on crumb banquets
Pop a pill if you're anxious
World's been taken over
Fires raging hopeless cinders
Mother's heart is broken
There's nothing left of her dreams now
Filter the image, obsession bubbles follow them for more
Forgotten forests, the path less traveled bullshit lore
Trust fund explorers soon to become conformists
Winter is coming, we got the stash
No givebacks honey, toss out the dollars, fast fashion drips
We're not made of money
Where is my bliss witch
Just all these ignorant wishes
World's been taken over
Fires raging hopeless cinders
Mother's heart is broken
There's nothing left of her dreams now
Now
Now
Now
Now
Clawing for wages, dinner tables can I have some more
No one to save us
Is the world still worth fighting for
Scrolls penned by sages
Now we just scroll down the pages
Beam up the trauma, growing coffers with the drums of war
Fighting the cancers, dividends without a cure
They think we're all sinners
Sold us, down the river
World's been taken over
Fires raging hopeless cinders
Mother's heart is broken
There's nothing left of her dreams now
Nothing left of her dreams now
Nothing left of her dreams
Too hard to fix it
But you made yourself the one to solve them
Feed all the fishes with delicious forgiveness
Trapped under blankets, it seems the rumors never warm enough, and no one to thank you
Doesn't matter, they won't make the cut
Feast on crumb banquets
Pop a pill if you're anxious
World's been taken over
Fires raging hopeless cinders
Mother's heart is broken
There's nothing left of her dreams now
Filter the image, obsession bubbles follow them for more
Forgotten forests, the path less traveled bullshit lore
Trust fund explorers soon to become conformists
Winter is coming, we got the stash
No givebacks honey, toss out the dollars, fast fashion drips
We're not made of money
Where is my bliss witch
Just all these ignorant wishes
World's been taken over
Fires raging hopeless cinders
Mother's heart is broken
There's nothing left of her dreams now
Now
Now
Now
Now
Clawing for wages, dinner tables can I have some more
No one to save us
Is the world still worth fighting for
Scrolls penned by sages
Now we just scroll down the pages
Beam up the trauma, growing coffers with the drums of war
Fighting the cancers, dividends without a cure
They think we're all sinners
Sold us, down the river
World's been taken over
Fires raging hopeless cinders
Mother's heart is broken
There's nothing left of her dreams now
Nothing left of her dreams now
Nothing left of her dreams
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